Wednesday, September 17, 2014

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Faith does a quick breast check before
we start the final miles of day three, 2007.
Things that bring Faith to mind:
the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure
rascally behavior
emotional risk-taking
my LPD
belly laughter
1:1 time with my nieces
foot massage
hummingbird sightings
wind in the trees
Pam's Kitchen!
second-hand clothes that fill the bill
self-directed behavior
toilet paper trails!
intimate connections
Ashland summers
kd lang
courageous living
courageous dying
Dr Rockhill, aka Rocky
the bounty of community
choosing our legacy
soft-as-silk Sinanan skin
my one and precious life. 

Friday, August 29, 2014

A wedding 41 years in the making

The family farm along the Shenandoah River is being transformed into Wedstock as I write. My sister Georgie and her dear man, Bill, will stand still long enough to exchange vows on Sunday afternoon. Let the party begin!    

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

You and me, him and her

Walking and swimming provide me precious opportunity to clear my head and to see things in a new light. Yesterday I pondered 4 types of people: 
those who claim their space
those who claim others' space
those who are reluctant to claim space in any amount
those who observe how others claim space

I am intrigued by all of this: how we come into this world, how we find our footing (or not), how we exist and how we ambulate, how we interact.

Give me an aisle seat or a place on the periphery over the boxed in locale any day. Give me a place at your side and trust me to know how close to stand. 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Freewill offering

Abbey releases her wishing leaf, bound for the north sound.
Ah, summer. How you gift us with your bright light, blue skies, verdant landscapes, sparkling waters. Generous, inviting, hospitable, gregarious even. How you prepare the way for autumn glory.

I ask you, how do you weave your magic, year after year?

Monday, July 14, 2014

Sunday, June 29, 2014

The power of music

At the symphony last night.  Violins crying.  Piano solo, whisper soft; the hall shrouded in a silence like an underwater world.  Tears falling, remembering.   

Monday, June 9, 2014

The church of the holy water

The Wellness and Lap Pools of the Lynnwood Recreation Center,
 a much-loved sanctuary.
I've written about him before, back in October 2012 (see "Get your groove on", 10/15/12), and today I learned his name.  Ed is a regular at The Church of the Holy Water, my term of endearment for our neighborhood pool, preferring the open deep end where he descends to the bottom, swims along the contoured surface, and positions himself for a slow, relaxed ascent to the surface.  I have long admired his easeful water play, and today I told him so.

Ed had something to say about his affinity for underwater swimming: "I grew up in a staunch Republican family, always at the country club.  I was the black sheep, preferring swimming over golf." He says his goal is to practice calm.  "When I swim along the bottom and begin to need air, I calm my thoughts and slowly come to to surface."  

That explains a lot.  When not letting go in his underwater world, Ed can be found smiling and conversing with fellow swimmers as though he has nary a care.  I love that this man is intentional in his search for calm, that he finds it at the bottom of the pool, and that he felt comfortable enough to tell me so.

Now, excuse me while I resume my lap swimming meditation, albeit on the surface!