fave-O-lit friday
Running on the Shore
by May Swenson
The sun is hot, the ocean cool. The waves
throw down their snowy heads. I run
under their hiss and boom, mine their wild
breath. Running the ledge where pipers
prod their awls into sand-crab holes,
my barefoot tracks their little prints cross
on wet slate. Circles of romping water swipe
and drag away our evidence. Running and
gone, running and gone, the casts of our feet.
My twin, my sprinting shadow on yellow shag,
wand of summer over my head, it seems
that we could run forever while the strong
waves crash. But sun takes its belly under.
Flashing above magnetic peaks of the ocean’s
purple heave, the gannet climbs,
and turning, turns
to a black sword that drops,
hilt-down, to the deep.
Zuzuday: summer feet are fading fast….
corner view: change
It doesn’t take long for the bright, starry, orange flowers on our pomegranite tree to burst into full-flame fruit. It’s a change we welcome at the start of every autumn!
Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine
Quailday: Hey Guys!!!!
Mommaday: Momma’s havin’ deja vu…
sunday still life
While Lovey was away, Zuzu took great pride in filling in for him. She proudly announced each day that Daddy was still gone and so she was going to “help” Momma just like he does. She made long lists of all the things we needed to do and put herself firmly in charge, really of all of us. She helped the Quail with her speech therapy, she chose the movies we would watch, she ordered her food at the restaurants and was very cooperative for the party we went to and helped to put the laundry away. She made a decision that she wanted to bring brownies to school for her class to have after they eat their lunch. I asked about the Quail’s class and that prompted her decision that we needed to bake 3 pans- one for her class, one for the Quail’s class and one to have at home for dessert. She sat on the floor with the bowl of brownie mix and sweetly showed the Quail how we stir it up. After they were done baking she pulled out the stock of sprinkles and decorated each pan accordingly- flowers for the Quail’s class, hearts for hers and dinasaur’s for the home ones. I was so proud of her thinking of everyone. She even noted repeatedly that we needed to save one of each of the brownies for Daddy. You can’t really argue with that kind of kindness sprinkled over “logic”. Or at least you shouldn’t.
Sunday Still Life is an evolving photo project started by Erin. It’s an invitation to explore the beauty and depth of life through traditional still life composition and / or photos and words to evoke inner stillness and reflection. If you feel so inspired, join in! Erin is on a cyber-vacation for the month of August and I’ll be hosting Sunday Still Life. After you post yours, stop by here and leave a link so we can all come visiting.
Keep it slow. Keep it simple.
gratitude
1. babies stuffing rugelach into their chubby cheeks
2. modern medicine
3. renassaince husbands fixing main sewer pipes
4. rascalin children
5. bacon
6. a restaurant in your work basement
7. packing lists
8. getting help
9. sleep
10. insurance
11. flickers
12. the same old thing
13. kindness over your little one
14. a fairy showing up to dinner
15. Fireman Sam inspiring career goals for 4 year olds
16. realizing that your daughter’s career goals all involve helping others
17. new activities from Jodie
18. the weekend
19. walking
20. Modern Family
21. a Florentine-patterned steele ring on the 11th anniversary from Lovey- best gift ever
fave-O-lit friday
Home is our sanctuary, where we:
relax into being ourselves,
play with our inner child,
paint the walls green and pink,
dig in the dirt,
grow something,
love somebody else,
love ourselves even more,
snuggle with a warm blanket on a Sunday afternoon,
hang “go away” on the door whenever we want,
clean and tidy often… or never,
launch from and return to,
are truly ourselves.
– Jonathan Lockwood Huie









