“for last year’s words belong to last year’s language,
and next year’s words await another voice.”
-t.s. eliot
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art credit: from children’s book, ‘the whisper’ written and illustrated by pamela zagarenski
Dec31
Monthly Archives: December 2021
Dec30
snow buddy.
a wonderful community initiative
happened in a nearby neighborhood
when they got together and purchased a ‘snow buddy’
anyone who is at least 18 can train and sign up
to take a turn clearing the sidewalks
each time it snows
all are welcome to take a shift
anytime i’ve seen someone
out in the snow buddy
they are always smiling
i’ll bet the whole neighborhood is smiling.
“summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
– george r.r. martin
Dec29
new light.
as you step on, vacuum, sweep-up, curse, recycle
those painful and elusive pine needles
fallen from your wreaths, trees, garlands
stop a second to take a very close look
at the beauty of a sliced pine needle magnified
and you may see them in a new light.
—
“seven clans” – photo by elm mitchell
—
“the close-up says everything”
-marlon brando
Dec27
thirty one cents. (and lots of interest due)
many years ago
way back in first grade
i took thirty one cents
from hillman bailey III’s open desk
it was a matter of greed and opportunity
that spurred me on
i was really wanting candy from the store
sitting right in front of me
there appeared thirty one cents
almost dropping in my lap
i would repay hillman one day
when i got a job
at least this is all what i told myself
when i bought candy at the store
with my windfall
it didn’t taste as good as i expected
feeling lousy inside
i never told hillman
never made any attempt to make the situation right
but over the years i’ve thought about it
from time to time
today when paying cash at the grocery store
thirty one cents
dropped into the change slot
left it for the next person
maybe they had a child who wanted candy
silently said i was sorry
donated it back into the universe
on behalf of hillman bailey III
trying to make good on my word.
—
“guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.”
-erma bombeck
Dec26
still standing.
The lighter penguin is an elderly female whose partner died this year. The darker one is a younger male who lost his partner two years ago. Biologists have followed them as they meet every night to comfort each other. They stand for hours together watching the lights in Melbourne. Photographer Tobias Baumgaertner captured this image of two widowed fairy penguins looking over the Melbourne skyline. It has won an award in Oceanographic magazine’s Ocean Photography Awards 2020.
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“at the end of the day, the ones who really matter
will be the ones standing next to you watching the sun set
and assuring you that it will rise again in the morning.”
-ash sweeney
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story credit: natureblowsmymind
Dec25
over-joyed on christmas eve.
right in the midst of all of the holiday hulabaloo
puppy coco is over-joyed.
—
“christmas is the spirit of love, joy, and peace.”
-lailah g. akita
Dec24
almost christmas.
still not christmas yet?
no, but so close i can feel it.
—
“a good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.”
-j. b. priestley
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art credit: e. halpin
Dec23
an answer.
THE NIGHT TRAVELER
Passing by, he could be anybody:
A thief, a tradesman, a doctor
On his way to a worried house.
But when he stops at your gate,
Under the room where you lie half-asleep,
You know it is not just anyone—
It is the Night Traveler.
You lean your arms on the sill
And stare down. But all you can see
Are bits of wilderness attached to him—
Twigs, loam and leaves,
Vines and blossoms. Among these
You feel his eyes, and his hands
Lifting something in the air.
He has a gift for you, but it has no name.
It is windy and woolly.
He holds it in the moonlight, and it sings
Like a newborn beast,
Like a child at Christmas,
Like your own heart as it tumbles
In love’s green bed.
You take it, and he is gone.
All night—and all your life, if you are willing—
It will nuzzle your face, cold-nosed,
Like a small white wolf;
It will curl in your palm
Like a hard blue stone;
It will liquefy into a cold pool
Which, when you dive into it,
Will hold you like a mossy jaw.
A bath of light. An answer.
—
credits: poem from Twelve Moons, 1979 by Mary Oliver, painting – google images
Dec22
all is bright.
out seeing the lights tonight.
may you and your family be filled with light and laughter.
—
“always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.”
-e.b. white
Dec21
this is the solstice.
“this is the solstice,
the still point of the sun,
it’s cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold and unlocking,
where the past lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath,
the door of a vanished house left ajar.”
-margaret atwood
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art credit: Alica Block
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