I stepped into the fabric store to wander, browse, lollygag and daydream. Needless to say it’s an unscheduled stop between buying the dog’s food at the vet and more people food at the grocery store. They are open until 9:00…I may be here awhile…where it is calm, peaceful and no one needs anything from me.
~ Janean
December 21, 2012
My youngest son is home sick-ish today. Mostly feeling lousy with a headache and overtired. Oh. How I know. That’s been me this week too. That’s why, mid-afternoon, my sweet, nine year old boy is tucked into my side of the big bed resting. I came upstairs to check on him and heard myself say, “I’m kind of shivery.” Then that wise child o’mine said, “You could tuck in too.” Hmmm. Don’t mind if I do! So, I grabbed my favorite romance novel of all time, the one I started rereading yesterday, and crawled between the flannel sheets and savored the weight of an extra comforter…the comforter my Grandma made for me, and a matching one for my little sister, long ago and far away, when I was still a child. Dog is pacing. Woofing too. This cozy moment won’t last long. Rest time is a nice thought though…
December 21, 2012
“second story snowy sunrise”
December 21, 2012
Good morning.
Today is new.
Blessings to you.
*breathing in and out and getting through*
December 21, 2012
A winter storm is forecast for today. The sky is keeping us guessing with dark, gray clouds hanging low on the right side of the highway, and blue sky peeking through a bit on the left. Hoping blue sky wins (always), but that wind is blowing something fierce. Time will tell. For the moment, moving onward, heading North.
December 20, 2012
blackness fills the sky above
stars peek and twinkle some
a crescent moon hangs askew
a cold wind blows
December 18, 2012
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
Ernest Hemingway (via hopehandwritten)
Kintsugi (金継ぎ), meaning “golden joinery,” is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery using gold. It restores functionality to a broken vessel, and not only adds beauty and worth, it turns destruction and damage into the most valuable part of the piece. The scars of the past are not erased or hidden away, to be ashamed of – they are transformed, immortalized in gold.
How many times have I felt as if I could hold no more water – like a dry cistern? How many times have I felt parched as dust from a cracked vessel? As many times as I have felt like pieces of me have been lost or torn away, and as many times as I have cried over how broken I have become. Yet, with time, patience, hard work, and the touch of a Master craftsman, I may yet be restored.
A reminder for us all. Yes, life changes us, even sometimes breaks us. But those breaks can be stronger and more beautiful if we heal them with art. Fill the breaks with poetry, paint the cracks with art. Take the time and be stronger for it.
Thank you for this. I needed to see it today.
the robins are still here
hoppin’ on the ground
perchin’ high above
in the bare branches
of winter’s naked trees
a cold wind blows
temperatures are droppin’
silly birds
fly somewhere warm
go now
while the gettin’ is good
December 13, 2012
pretty pink streaks in the sunrise
the sky is the lightest blue
I do love my kitchen window view
December 13, 2012
Turquoise Tangles 