Cherubs:
I have felt the sun's warmth on my face twice now, so I am hopeful that winter's back is broken. Why do think this? Here are the reasons:
1. I can see my driveway.
2. I can see parts of my backyard.
3. I feel that I can worry about things other than whether or not my house will stand up.
4. I have found time to see people and relax with people.
5. I am grateful to be alive.
6. I am grateful for my friends.
I guess that's my list. I guess it's the list of spring. I am grateful for everything. Winter makes a person grateful. But spring is a greater instigator in my humble opinion.
Lots of love cherubs.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
This winter and what it teaches us
Cherubs:
It's been a toughie for those of us residing in the northern part of the USA. It's been a toughie for those of us residing in the southern part of the USA also.
The hard part is, when the storm comes up the coast from the south, we get bashed here in New England, we get bashed badly. And my humble little town is right in the path of the bashing.
So, because I am instructional designer and because I care about learning, I always ask this question -- "What can we learn from this?"
We learn about resiliance. Resiliance is a wonderful word, that describes our ability to cope, to persevere, to endure, to even improve. Yes, resiliance.
I have improved my ability to get up in the morning. Yes, contracting has improved that (no work, no pay) as well as my ability to say ok, this is what must be faced during the next storm.
I have improved my ability to think positively, "well perhaps this last storm will not crush my house", that kind of thinking.
I have improved my ability to understand what human beings can endure. And this brings me to my daughter who is enduring many things.
She is a young adult, and so needs my assistance to help her forward. This is an obligation all of us have who are parenting young adults. Remember, their world is not the same as our world of more than 30 years ago. We had no internet, we had no "social network" save that which we could experience in the eye, face to face. We had dances, dates, interactions, but not this kind of removed from direct interaction, ummm interaction.
We must adapt.
We must understand.
And Facebook, for me, has assisted me in doing that. Many of my highschool connections have now evolved into ummm for want of a better word "real people". We are compassionate, loving and caring. Our lives as human beings have caused us to be so. But we may not have been so back in high school. But we are now, and I guess that is all that matters. And we have rediscovered each other in this new state. How wonderful is that?
I am grateful to Mr. Zuckerman for this opportunity. And it also causes me to understand my daughter and her social connections. I am here for her, and I am here for you.
With all my love, from my wintery world.
Dearest cherubs. Goodnight.
It's been a toughie for those of us residing in the northern part of the USA. It's been a toughie for those of us residing in the southern part of the USA also.
The hard part is, when the storm comes up the coast from the south, we get bashed here in New England, we get bashed badly. And my humble little town is right in the path of the bashing.
So, because I am instructional designer and because I care about learning, I always ask this question -- "What can we learn from this?"
We learn about resiliance. Resiliance is a wonderful word, that describes our ability to cope, to persevere, to endure, to even improve. Yes, resiliance.
I have improved my ability to get up in the morning. Yes, contracting has improved that (no work, no pay) as well as my ability to say ok, this is what must be faced during the next storm.
I have improved my ability to think positively, "well perhaps this last storm will not crush my house", that kind of thinking.
I have improved my ability to understand what human beings can endure. And this brings me to my daughter who is enduring many things.
She is a young adult, and so needs my assistance to help her forward. This is an obligation all of us have who are parenting young adults. Remember, their world is not the same as our world of more than 30 years ago. We had no internet, we had no "social network" save that which we could experience in the eye, face to face. We had dances, dates, interactions, but not this kind of removed from direct interaction, ummm interaction.
We must adapt.
We must understand.
And Facebook, for me, has assisted me in doing that. Many of my highschool connections have now evolved into ummm for want of a better word "real people". We are compassionate, loving and caring. Our lives as human beings have caused us to be so. But we may not have been so back in high school. But we are now, and I guess that is all that matters. And we have rediscovered each other in this new state. How wonderful is that?
I am grateful to Mr. Zuckerman for this opportunity. And it also causes me to understand my daughter and her social connections. I am here for her, and I am here for you.
With all my love, from my wintery world.
Dearest cherubs. Goodnight.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The New Year
Dearest cherubs:
So, there are resolutions, and there are hopes and perhaps, even at my age, dreams.
Yes.
You know what I hate most about my life? Money. Money is always in the way. But I guess that's up to me. I guess I have to take care of business as they say. But what I want is enough money to stop the endless nagging worry that tears away at my bones every night. But I guess the question is, how much money is that?
Maybe I just have to stop the constant worry that I'm sure is shortening my life and just deal with things as they are. But I really have nobody to help me. And the truth is, I wouldn't want somebody to help me because the price is always too high. The price that you pay another person to be involved in your life, that price is very high. Perhaps, I can exchange the worry for not having to pay that price any more.
Perhaps that price is being paid as I speak. It's affordable. I am alone. The aloneness is good.
Happy New Year everybody.
So, there are resolutions, and there are hopes and perhaps, even at my age, dreams.
Yes.
You know what I hate most about my life? Money. Money is always in the way. But I guess that's up to me. I guess I have to take care of business as they say. But what I want is enough money to stop the endless nagging worry that tears away at my bones every night. But I guess the question is, how much money is that?
Maybe I just have to stop the constant worry that I'm sure is shortening my life and just deal with things as they are. But I really have nobody to help me. And the truth is, I wouldn't want somebody to help me because the price is always too high. The price that you pay another person to be involved in your life, that price is very high. Perhaps, I can exchange the worry for not having to pay that price any more.
Perhaps that price is being paid as I speak. It's affordable. I am alone. The aloneness is good.
Happy New Year everybody.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
In the silver of the night
In the silver of the night there sometimes is the smell of soup, and soap, and being on top of the ground.
When one's life changes like the energy or like the light that consumes us in winter with its lack.
We might weep, or we might laugh, or we might touch one another but in a sense not described until
The event occurs that is life changing that is temporal. Until the event occurs. Then we look out and see what we must see.
Like carving out a dinner, we see it. We might be aghast we did not see it coming like a truck. But we see it. We must appreciate the change. The change will speak to us. It will speak.
When one's life changes like the energy or like the light that consumes us in winter with its lack.
We might weep, or we might laugh, or we might touch one another but in a sense not described until
The event occurs that is life changing that is temporal. Until the event occurs. Then we look out and see what we must see.
Like carving out a dinner, we see it. We might be aghast we did not see it coming like a truck. But we see it. We must appreciate the change. The change will speak to us. It will speak.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
The Dad thing
Hey ya cherubs:
I have been missing my Dad. I am not exactly sure why. But I watched a film where the Dad figure was time traveling and popping in and out of the daughter's life. I guess, that's where I am now and where I was.
My Dad was always popping in and out of my life. He was there sometimes when I needed him and not there sometimes when I needed him.
Sometimes, my dreams include him and sometimes not. Sometimes I miss him so much and sometimes I don't even think of him.
I don't know what all this means. Daughters think about their dads. They just think about them in a way and you have to kind of accept it I guess. So there it is. I wish he could suddenly appear sometimes and fix stuff. He did appear at one time in my young life and pick up my stuff and make it all better. But he's gone now, and he can't fix stuff anymore. I sure wish he were here sometimes. He knew my daughter but not in her adulthood. She's a cool person in her adulthood and I kind of wish both my parents could have known her that way. I really like my kid in her young adulthood. I really like her. Dad, I miss you. I miss you so much.
Blessings upon you dear cherubs. Blessings upon you.
M.
I have been missing my Dad. I am not exactly sure why. But I watched a film where the Dad figure was time traveling and popping in and out of the daughter's life. I guess, that's where I am now and where I was.
My Dad was always popping in and out of my life. He was there sometimes when I needed him and not there sometimes when I needed him.
Sometimes, my dreams include him and sometimes not. Sometimes I miss him so much and sometimes I don't even think of him.
I don't know what all this means. Daughters think about their dads. They just think about them in a way and you have to kind of accept it I guess. So there it is. I wish he could suddenly appear sometimes and fix stuff. He did appear at one time in my young life and pick up my stuff and make it all better. But he's gone now, and he can't fix stuff anymore. I sure wish he were here sometimes. He knew my daughter but not in her adulthood. She's a cool person in her adulthood and I kind of wish both my parents could have known her that way. I really like my kid in her young adulthood. I really like her. Dad, I miss you. I miss you so much.
Blessings upon you dear cherubs. Blessings upon you.
M.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
What the White Mountains of NH can do to you.
Dearest cherubs:
Those of you who know me best, know that I am not a Wordsworth person. I don't write poems about "here we go gathering nuts in May". Nature, for the most part, bores me. It's people that interest me. Yet, when I am seeking peace, when I am seeking contentment, when I am seeking some kind of center, that's when I call my good friends who live near base of Mt. Washington and ask if I can visit.
They have a most wonderful house, but that is not why I ask to visit them. They have a wonderful social connection with the North Country, but that is not why I ask to visit them. They have a wonderful connection with a church near there, which is ecumenical and welcoming, but that is not why I ask to visit them.
I ask because I think that they know that they live in a place that radiates peace and that I need that peace.
In the morning, sometimes, I rise before my hosts and I walk on their deck, or sometimes down towards the river that flows near their property. The mountains, the river and the forest all contribute to some kind of peaceful existence which is born of acceptance of what nature exacts from those who choose to live near it.
The most fun I have there, is talking with them. But I can't deny, that my walks in their orchard, of sorts, sooths my soul in such a way that no other place can do, except Little Diamond Island in Portland, ME. Little Diamond Island is the only other place in my life that affords the same peace.
Why do I rail against Wordsworth then? Why do I reject nature? What is it that I cherish that nature seems to rebel against? I guess it is only that I value civilization. I feel that my friends have so completely embraced nature and civilization in such a way that allow both to be embraced. And I admit to complete and utter jealousy that they have done this.
To be honest, I have often wished for a helicopter. I would live in the woods, and yet, have a way to get to the city. The city to me, is a panacea for my ills. And the blessed north woods of New Hampshire, is a panacea for my ills. And how, my most dearest cherubs, shall I reconcile them?
I end with a small joke. To me camping is best when defined as a bed and breakfast with view. That is what my friend's house is, in a sense. It's a bed and breakfast with a view. Yet they endure the NH North Country winters with grace. They bring their civility to the world. And I seem to keep mine close to Boston, where perhaps I hope it will bear fruit.
Warmly and with all my love, dearest cherubs, I send my latest post.
Those of you who know me best, know that I am not a Wordsworth person. I don't write poems about "here we go gathering nuts in May". Nature, for the most part, bores me. It's people that interest me. Yet, when I am seeking peace, when I am seeking contentment, when I am seeking some kind of center, that's when I call my good friends who live near base of Mt. Washington and ask if I can visit.
They have a most wonderful house, but that is not why I ask to visit them. They have a wonderful social connection with the North Country, but that is not why I ask to visit them. They have a wonderful connection with a church near there, which is ecumenical and welcoming, but that is not why I ask to visit them.
I ask because I think that they know that they live in a place that radiates peace and that I need that peace.
In the morning, sometimes, I rise before my hosts and I walk on their deck, or sometimes down towards the river that flows near their property. The mountains, the river and the forest all contribute to some kind of peaceful existence which is born of acceptance of what nature exacts from those who choose to live near it.
The most fun I have there, is talking with them. But I can't deny, that my walks in their orchard, of sorts, sooths my soul in such a way that no other place can do, except Little Diamond Island in Portland, ME. Little Diamond Island is the only other place in my life that affords the same peace.
Why do I rail against Wordsworth then? Why do I reject nature? What is it that I cherish that nature seems to rebel against? I guess it is only that I value civilization. I feel that my friends have so completely embraced nature and civilization in such a way that allow both to be embraced. And I admit to complete and utter jealousy that they have done this.
To be honest, I have often wished for a helicopter. I would live in the woods, and yet, have a way to get to the city. The city to me, is a panacea for my ills. And the blessed north woods of New Hampshire, is a panacea for my ills. And how, my most dearest cherubs, shall I reconcile them?
I end with a small joke. To me camping is best when defined as a bed and breakfast with view. That is what my friend's house is, in a sense. It's a bed and breakfast with a view. Yet they endure the NH North Country winters with grace. They bring their civility to the world. And I seem to keep mine close to Boston, where perhaps I hope it will bear fruit.
Warmly and with all my love, dearest cherubs, I send my latest post.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
An August Poem
I am looking at him with my mind's eye, Ceaser Augustus -- his breath creasing the air with its mist, its cutting edge.
I walked along the stones he walked along and I thought of him.
I do not know what to say to him. But I knew he fought a good fight. He was not a good man, in our modern sense. But he was a leader.
I walked under the arches created by his uncles and by his grandfathers.
Arches we must understand even though we do not understand them now.
Understanding is a bad word. We cannot measure it. What does "understand" mean? We cannot know.
Ceaser Augustus, I feel you close by. We live this summer month named for you. And there is life beyond this month Ceaser. There is life beyond this month.
I walked along the stones he walked along and I thought of him.
I do not know what to say to him. But I knew he fought a good fight. He was not a good man, in our modern sense. But he was a leader.
I walked under the arches created by his uncles and by his grandfathers.
Arches we must understand even though we do not understand them now.
Understanding is a bad word. We cannot measure it. What does "understand" mean? We cannot know.
Ceaser Augustus, I feel you close by. We live this summer month named for you. And there is life beyond this month Ceaser. There is life beyond this month.
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