New photos from a Saturday in September, playing with the dishes from my grandmother and the harvest from the Bohemian’s garden.
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The light shifts to golden September hues, as autumn slowly seeps onto center stage.
Yesterday’s post was titled “Space.” Today seems, aptly, to be named “Time.”
Like some cliché of an “adult”, I’m thinking about time and how it passes. Sometimes racing with it. Sometimes watching it slip through my fingers. On occasion I dwell in the place where it does not reign, where I’m free from its ticking illusion.
This morning we are all spinning through stardust in a vast universe, swirling through sunrises and sunsets. Trees root and birds fly. We chew our breakfast. Jot down future appointments in our calendars.
I can type away here, but we have a 6:55am meet-up with a yellow school bus and my son needs to be there to climb on board.
Another day on planet earth – in time, on time, free of time…whatever we are doing, something is passing. May we soak it up as precious, inhaling every oxygen particle that lives between the moments.
the last seven days
a writing hiatus
as life
shuffled me
without commentary
the orchid bloomed
the gold wedding bands were ordered
green peppers harvested
the last of the mangos
sliced
beds in our house
got switched to new rooms
Jeb’s artwork from preschool
shelved in the loft
a baby was born-
my sweet niece-
fresh life!
and I held the sun
on my skin
with the others
gathered
behind a mother
looking to the light
she buried the loss
of her three year old boy
deep
into
the earth
celebrating life
in death
poetry drumming dancing
the man with the guitar
the father of my son
who’s shown me
Love
and Hate
Forgiveness
he offers his voice
to a family’s suffering
“put more love in your heart”
and I was singing with him
ordinary
profound
planting
harvest
for now
I bow
as life leaves me
without words
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