Archive for the ‘Beauty’ Category
I just loved how the clouds formed a skyline backdrop for the buildings at this shopping center one evening. Pretty dramatic, I think!
My sister-in-love Bonnie delivered this hand crafted work of art as a b’day gift. It wasn’t belated—but I hadn’t stopped by to receive it! What an amazing treasure, an intricate series of fold outs pages and mini-flip-books that creates one bound unique photo album. She thought my island themed childhood photos would be beautifully offset by this book. I agree! I’ve tried to capture the detail in these photos but it doesn’t do the pages or Bonnie’s talent justice. Thank you Bonnie—I love it and feel loved! Joy, joy, joy!
I’ve been in denial—struggling with truth for several weeks. Marina Day died of leukemia the night a rare comet soared across the sky this March. A brilliant light has gone out in the World. And the world. Goes. On. How is this possible? Why? Oh the pain-filled questions. I leave on Friday for Georgia to join hundred’s of Marina Day’s loved ones in celebrating her life. Celebrating her life with those who treasured her is exactly the balm my heart craves.
With her parents Sharon & Mike the Day’s created a Facebook group when Marina was diagnosed and being treated in Boston. Marina’s Lovefest is filled to the brim with hundreds of friends and family members who fiercely envisioned her healing, wellness, and wholeness. People who showed up to this space as love-in-action with their OMing and photos and snippets of joy. Witnessing the creation of possibility, love, faith, and authenticity has been an honor and a blessing. Marina’s journey and her relationships, especially with her mom, inspires me to be as bold and beautiful in all of mine.
Over the past thirty months I’ve send cards and little gifts and always received the sweetest notes back from Marina. In one she shared that she was choosing her ‘one little word’ (that Jeff offered to scrollsaw for her) because she didn’t see herself this way and wanted to to be BOLD. O, beautiful child of the sea—you lived bold, you died bold, you are the essence of bold, you inspired others to a boldness they may never have dared. You’ve gone first—so bold. Your memory trails a thousand pinpricks of light across the night sky like a comet—here and gone too soon. You were a force of nature and embodied bold in your music, dance, laughter, humor—you and your love were incredibly bold and beautiful. I am grateful for your light in my life. Namasté my friend.
In Early December Brin’s beau came to see Jeff to ask for her hand in marriage. Wow! Jeff explained to Jeremy that he really needed to come back and ask both of us. Double Wow! And he did. (I was touched by both Jeremy & Jeff’s choices). We gave him our blessing and when I asked him why he had decided to ask her he said, Because she’s the one, Momma. He’s a true romantic but it was the perfect answer. He chose a beautiful engagement ring online and had it expressed. I helped him with a reservation at a local French restaurant, he wanted to ask her on their two year anniversary December 15th. The restaurant had never had a proposal in their establishment so they were excited to help. Jeremy wanted their waiter to deliver the ring in a glass of champagne right after he gave Brin her anniversary card and he’d get down on bended knee to ask her.
On December 14th the ring, which should have arrived days ago, had not been delivered. Jeremy called me to ask what he should do. (There was a touch of panic in his voice!) I went out on a limb and suggested a fun outrageous solution because they are a playful couple with highly developed sense of humor. I said get her a plastic ring something silly and crazy and make this a story your grandchildren will want to hear over and over! And he did. He found a huge gaudy plastic diamond the size of a walnut and it gets better; a twist made it light up inside! Perfection.
We love you Brin & Jeremy—happiness, bright blessings, and love, love, love ♥
Verb Tribe Too began on Thursday and I was still awake at the stroke of midnight Thursday morning and couldn’t resist peeking at the prompt that was finally accessible, ‘You are a bird’. I watched birds all day and wondered about them. I listened to their calls, cries, and caws with a new ear attempting to differentiate and recognize them.
On Friday morning I was early to CrossFit and sat in my car with my little notepad and jotted down a few lines and words that came to me during my drive. Later at home after Morning Pages were tucked away I sat with my trusty Ticonderoga pencil and my blank sketch book and captured this poem:
My body is the night
blacker than pitch.
Imagine the evening sky, stars snuffed out like candles.
I am soaked in black
my feathers reflect iridescent purple.
Bold am I.
I scream at my crow cousins.
I am mighty—
They are minions in my kingdom.
Raven am I.
Maven of heaven.
My intense inky eyes
on either side of my head.
so foreign to you,
allows a view of ALL.
I am always alert, ready, poised.
The branch sways
I hold my head still
What buoyant substance is sealed in
these hollow bones?
Which make my body
than the air that kisses it?
I am not shackled by gravity
my wings spread in a shadowy embrace
my legs thrust
I point my beak to the rising sun.
Close to the ground I swoop and loop
over my crow cousins.
Krak, krak I call
to remind them
I am here.
Their dark master.
I lift on a current like a branch in the sea
a black smudge in an azure sky.
My belly is full.
My wings are strong
I beat them up then down
and feel the wind
shoot me higher.
I bank right.
The heavens are devoid
of other life
I circle the funnel of air
my wings stroke the air.
alive, I scream. I am alive.