31 January 2010

my one thousand, one hundred eleventh post.

eleven - this odd number seems to raise its long, skinny arms often in my life, looking much like the spindly, soaked trees i discovered yesterday.

27 January 2010

25 January 2010

when a homeless woman builds an imaginary condo in the park and invents neighbors, you wonder where "the system" broke down.

she's safe now in a shelter, but not happy.
this beautiful image is from Japanese Design, a DoverPictura book...

20 January 2010

I've been blogging for two years, and my first anniversary passed by unnoticed.

Wonder why - history, maybe?

I'll celebrate with faded roses, and capital letters.

18 January 2010

Dr. King was known for his "I've Got a Dream" speech, but this is an excerpt from a eulogy I found especially moving:

"This afternoon we gather in the quiet of this sanctuary to pay our last tribute of respect to these beautiful children of God. They entered the stage of history just a few years ago, and in the brief years that they were privileged to act on this mortal stage, they played their parts exceedingly well. Now the curtain falls; they move through the exit; the drama of their earthly life comes to a close. They are now committed back to that eternity from which they came...

...And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows."

Eulogy for the Martyred Children
September 18, 1963. Birmingham, Alabama

17 January 2010

marking time in the betwixt season, with the occasional hint of autumn past...

15 January 2010

Thinking of Haiti, and how it could have been anywhere...

I've anticipated and lived through many hurricanes, but I never feared for my life, nor dug through rubble looking for my baby.

13 January 2010

11 January 2010

10 January 2010

Eight short Januaries ago, protected by real wool and wool-like synthetics, I shoved my hands into pockets, and walked backwards towards the sea. I was hoping to shield my body from the soul-numbing winds of the Channel as I made my way to the castle on the mount. Destination of the day, and more importantly, shelter from the gusts, a medieval abbey-fortress rising magically from a naturally moated island.

It was a dream come true. I never expected to return to France, let alone Mont Saint Michel, and those first days spent traveling back to childhood haunts, seemed "pinch me 'wake" surreal. Jet lag has a way of muddling the mind, but so does an abruptly filed memory. That memory never stays put, and piggybacks onto songs and sorrows that fool it into thinking that today is yesterday, and tomorrow is many yesterdays passed.

This is Mont Saint Michel, and you may read about its history, here. My history, well, it's tucked away until it snows again in Florida.

09 January 2010

08 January 2010

04 January 2010

the slipstream of today, is already distorting yesterday's memories...

"Before you can blame an individual for their choices, you have to make sure they have the same choices as everyone else."

Bix , the fanatic cook.