Jun25
Author Archives: beth
Jun24
who stuffed my cheese?
Jun23
leaving.
“there is a time for departure
even when there is no certain place to go.”
– tennessee williams
—
when i stop at the light on this corner
what i see
is
always different
yet
always the same
this is the stop
where you get on the bus
and
go straight to the airport
i’ve seen people
hugging
crying
laughing
talking
celebrating
calling
texting
alone
together
worried
whispering
excited
wondering
so many different goodbyes
and
i sometimes wonder
what they say to each other
just before
one steps
onto that bus
and
one is left behind
on the sidewalk
they all have a story and a reason
maybe to return to somewhere or someone
maybe for an adventure
maybe to see the world
maybe to leave a bad situation behind
maybe to meet someone for the first time
maybe to get better
maybe to help someone
maybe to realize a dream
maybe they’re not yet sure
but there is one thing that is certain
someone is leaving
and
someone is coming.
—
”the best things said come last. people will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart. “
-alan alda
Jun22
heal.
i saw this incredibly moving canadian film the other day
‘monsieur lazhar’
released a few years back
nominated for a
foreign film academy award
it was
about a teacher
and
the
humanity
of
love
joy
loss
grief
pain
guilt
anger
connection
forgiveness
strength
acceptance
and
finally,
hope.
amazing
how one person
can come into another’s life
and
lead them
on a road
towards healing
by
beginning to
heal themselves.
after i watched the final scene
i sat in silence
for a long time after.
—
“what happens when people open their hearts?”
“they get better.”
― haruki murakami,
—
Jun21
pictures.
Jun20
summer solstice.
Jun19
fathers.
Jun18
a little night music.
Jun17
dandelion.
each spring day
we talked about the dandelions
how the seeds
when gently blown
caused new
baby fairies
to fly away and be born
whose job was to
spread more
good and happiness
throughout the world
each day
she carefully brought in
the head or seed
of a dandelion
carrying it
ever so gently
and
delivering it
into my hands
just before class
when at last
at the end of our
kindergarten year
i went to clean out
my little drawer
one tiny blossom
was left
for me
in that safe haven
waiting
to be blown to the wind
and it was
a gift to behold.
—
“beautiful as a dandelion-blossom,
golden in the green grass,
this life can be.
common as a dandelion-blossom,
beautiful in the clean grass,
not beautiful because common,
beautiful because beautiful,
noble because common,
because free.”
– edna st. vincent millay
Jun16










