Archive for the ‘Beauty’ Category
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.
I have two rooms in my house that I’ve appropriated as studios: one is my sewing/knitting studio and library. The other, my computer/scrapping/art journaling space. This room – which I call Studio B – was originally designated as a craft space until I started working from home and then it became my home office. Now that I’m in protirement, I’ve repurposed Studio B.
March is generally a month when lots of people’s thoughts turn to spring and cleaning…certainly mine have and actually, since Feb 22, I’ve been in a rearranging and purging state of mind. Heaven knows I have too much stuff and it seems, that no matter how many times or how ruthless I am when decluttering , I still have too darned much… Funny, as I was reorganizing, I found an album I created in 2005 documenting a workshop on time management Kathy and I were planning. The album featured a decluttering/makeover of the then office and now Studio B. After several days of reorganizing my studios, yes, yet again, yesterday (Thursday, March 29) afternoon, I put the finishing – for awhile, at least – touches on the two studios and decided I owed myself a treat: a walk outside.
Tho’ a bit windy, the day was beautiful: bright, clear and very colorful:
Certainly a wonderful display of color. I am so glad we’ve been treated to such an early, glorious spring and actually, I am also glad March is in it’s last few hours. Seems to me the month has been longer than usual and I’m ready for April! Have a great week and we’ll touch base again next Sat, April 6.
A few years ago I wanted to surprise our friend Antonette with a special ‘on the day you were born gift’ with Mickey Mouse on it—she’s a huge Mickey fan. So I went to the source to confirm her birth-date—her mom! When she received the gift in the mail she called me and laughed and laughed and said, You asked my mom didn’t you? She always gets the date wrong my birthday is March 20th not March 21st! So yesterday was the first day of Spring and Antonette’s birthday. I love you no matter which day you were born A! But Jeff and I called her today to sing her happy birthday and laugh together and Jeff asked her, are you going to believe a piece of paper or your Momma?
I know its Spring because our lilies are blooming:
Monday is a CrossFit day so I was up at 6am out the door at 6:30 and running laps with my buddies at 7:01am. After our workout Brin dropped me off at home I got to writing as soon as possible: morning pages, screenplay, and Verb Tribe prompt. Check, check, check. I whipped up lunch and a smoothie hopped on my bike at 11am and pedaled half a mile to a local business that is hosting Weight Watchers at Work. The WW Leader goes to the business, cool eh?—it’s not a new concept but its growing. Unfortunately that day my Leader forgot to call and cancel my participation—they were one person short to have a receptionist. Oooops!
I’m fairly flexible and easy going I don’t get mad and blame others. Anger is counterproductive. Sometimes things are not meant to be no matter how much we plan! I could have been mad and still there for no reason or I had the choice to be happy I had a couple free hours. The latter felt WAY better—so off I biked to the library and picked up a stack of books and sat in the sun and ate my lunch. Ahhh!
I opened The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and was instantly swept away to another world. I read for a couple hours—the library was a happening place with no school on Monday so I people watched in between bites and pages. My idea of an unexpected blissful afternoon!
Here’s a couple shots of my meanderings: