Tuesday, January 26, 2010
On the Streets Where I Live
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Books!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Poem....The Book of Camp Branch

by stepping stones, by sounding
stones, by words that are
stepping and sounding stones.
the song of the water changes,
changing the way I walk
which changes my thought
as I go. Stone to stone
the stream flows. Stone to stone
the walker goes. The words
stand stone still until
the flow moves them, changing
the sound - a new word -
a new place to step or stand.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Trip to the Beach!
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach; one can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few. -Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Don't grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach. -Michelle Held
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has courage to lose sight of the shore. -Andre Gide
I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. - Louisa May Alcott
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm is terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore. - Vincent van Gogh
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I could never stay long enough on the shore, the tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought. - Helen Keller
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
That day Jesus went out of the house and was sitting by the sea. And large crowds gathered to Him, so He got into a boat and sat down, and the whole crowd was standing on the beach. And He spoke many things to them... - Matthew 13:1-2
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. - Mark Twain
and a favorite little poem of mine by ee cummings:
Fun Book!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Poem.....Trough

a low spot
where horizon disappears
and only sky
and water
are our company.
unless
we rest, knowing the wave will bring us
to its crest again.
if we let fear
hold us within its grip and shake us
side to side,
and leave us flailing, torn, disoriented.
in the trough,
are silent,
being with
the low part of the wave,
keeping
our energy and
noticing the shape of things,
the flow,
then time alone
will bring us to another
place
where we can see
horizon, see the land again,
regain our sense
of where
we are,
and where we need to swim.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Rain...Welcome Rain!!

Still raining in the desert today! It is so welcome. I never thought I would be one to say I missed the rain, but there you go! I do. I took my camera with me today in the hopes that I could get outside and take a 'rain' picture, but it didn't start raining until evening and I was swamped at work! So I'm sharing a 'found' picture. Hope you enjoy it!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Mennonite in a Little Black Dress

Saturday, January 16, 2010
Eat Pray Love
Friday, January 15, 2010
Arizona View

Wednesday, January 13, 2010
January smiles!
Poem.....Any Morning

Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.
When dawn flows over the hedge
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.
You can shake your head. You can frown.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Poem.....At the End of the Year

With such brief harvest
Of elegant, vanishing waves
Is like the mind of time
Opening us shapes of days.
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
The days when the veil lifted
And the soul could see delight;
When a quiver caressed the heart
In the sheer exuberance of being here.
Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old fields
Where expectation seemed to have quenched.
The slow, brooding times
When all was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced every sore with salt.
The darkened days that stopped
The confidence of the dawn.
Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Hello 2010!!
When I got home, our daughter was doing Yoga! I got her a couple Yoga tapes for Christmas (knowing that I could use them too)-pretty sneaky huh? haha She also bought herself some Pilate stuff and is now a convert...she says that she felt so much better all day after doing Yoga!! Jo and I have made an informal pact to try and practice Yoga this year. It really helps keep the idea in the forefront of my mind just knowing someone else is thinking about the same thing! I think she has a jump start on me though because she's also been walking on her treadmill. Well I am telling the blog world...I promise my friend...as soon as I feel better I am going to sit my fat butt down on the Yoga mat and try out the tape!!
I will end this post with a poem that I really love. Once again, it is from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman...each of us is limitless.... What a great line! We all have the strength to make any changes we feel necessary in our lives! And I will add to my blogger friends, you are each so special to me!!












