Saturday, August 20, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
I learned to swim in a tiny, poured concrete pool in the mobile home park where I lived. I suspect "Ed Smith," who owned the lot where mobile homes were headed onto postage stamps, built the pool by hand. I suspect that swimming the length of it was really no big deal: however, five year old me envisioned myself as nearly an Olympic swimmer when I first finished the distance.
My mom did not swim, did not like water, did not like to be around the pool; however, my dad, whose swimming roots were in a tiny turtle-filled pond on a farm, had other ideas about the potential of swimming for his young daughters. So, after he got home from work, we went swimming. We jumped in off the rough concrete sides again We laughed as the cool water licked our faces. We had daddy -daughter time and pool-time almost every night in those days before we had TV, in those days before we could even read to ourselves on summer nights.
Yesterday, however, I inched my way into a new and unfamiliar swimming venue. Yes, there was a wee bit of "I'll do it but then you have to get in too happening." Yes, that's me swimming in an "invigorating" cave. Yes, it was cold and dark in that place where the sun doesn't shine.
Yes, it was an experience I will treasure for a lifetime. Cold, clear and captivating water envelopes your body as you descend the stairs. Yet, after you adjust, the cave becomes your own God-made-stalactite-filled swimming hole!
I suspect my dad and the one who made that swimming hole were smiling as we paddled around
Ps Thanks to the stranger who offered to take a picture as there was no way you could get out and then face re-entry!
Thursday, August 4, 2016
The other day,
Mixed. excited, scared, reflective, unsure,
Of their life, the other day.
Laughter, love and tears.
Rather than backwards?
Overlooking the sad ending?
With mementos, slobbery kisses,
Someone also began a chapter,
On a street where everybody
Knows your name,
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Over the years, I've found some wonderful Sandra Boyton board books, like The Goodnight Book and Barnyard Dance, that I buy in multiple copies to have on hand when the occasion for a baby-book-gift arises.
So, when I found out that I was going to be a Grammy last year, I went "hog-wild" collecting books for the little miracles that would be joining our family. I can assure you that my granddaughter and my grandson have plenty of books!
So, when I saw this picture pop up attached to a text late yesterday, I really had to smile. Like most kids who are immersed in books and reading, this little girl has learned to generalize the power of reading to "tasting" a few textbooks about Scala and Human Physiology, as well "tearaing apart" some magazines, like the Better Homes and Garden sand Real Simple in the picture below. At 10 months, she can't yet read nor even say many words; however, she can make her needs and wants known and can find reading material no matter where it is hidden in her house! And, she is already faced with the challenge that has shaped my life: So many books, so little time. How do you decide what to read first?
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
A wonderful bookstore
And as I carried my
Sunday, July 24, 2016
I've listened to the preschoolers who helped create the gardens talk about the emerging flowers and the need for daily careful watering. I've discussed the potential magical powers of tiny pieces of sea glass with young gardeners who oversee the care of gardens. I've even talked with the owner of one of the regular sized houses about the specific plants that will augment rather than detract from her magical paradise tucked on the side of the house! I'm pretty sure I heard some strange sound coming from the garden as I took out the trash late one night!
So, this morning I celebrate the magic and miracle of imagination. While I intellectually know there is no-such-thing as "fairies," I am totally sure that imagination is the basis for creativity and problem-solving ability. Imagination allows us envision those people and places we read about, yet never see.
Imagination needs to be nurtured, supported and cultured, just like those fairy gardens I found!
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
I wonder if the "manager" had one day worn that food-worker's uniform and stood in the front of the store taking orders and filling them in rapid fire order? I wonder if her "attitude" was always so disrespectful? I wonder if she every considers how her words impact others? I wonder if she thinks about how her words might build anger in her employees?
As I enjoyed my coffee, I had plenty of time to think about this one small but very SAD interaction and the many, many other sad interactions between people with different beliefs and different backgrounds and how those put-downs might be interpreted and might contribute to seeds of hate. I thought about people in management, leadership, authority, power, and control (including teachers and administrators) whose words and actions might contribute to anger that might fester or that might even boil over into hate sometimes. I thought about all the sadness and the violence that has filled the news lately. I thought about how I could try to be a little kinder to everyone I meet along this path of life. I wondered if we need to all take a page from:
Arethra Franklin and give each other a little RESPECT?