one writes numbers
one draws lines
two young kinders
share a table
each one proud
of what they’re able.
“use what talents you possess;
the woods would be very silent
if no birds sang there except those that sang best.”
-henry van dyke
and upon happening behind
this van covered in peace and love
and words galore
complete with notes
“listen to your mother” – love, mom
“make good choices” – love, dad
and a peace sign and a smile
flashed to me by the driver
when finally side by side
i knew i was at my exit
and almost home.
“there are a thousand thoughts lying within a man
that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write. ”
-william makepeace thackeray
“ann arbor news reporter stan bradshaw
leaves building front door for assignment, september 1948″.
this old news image reflects the one we often had of intrepid reporters, hot on an assignment, giving us the latest news of pinnacle events in the life of ann arbor. there was a certain quality and reliability to the news and its staff, bringing us the best stories and photographs available. the photos still resonate with the innocence and spontaneity of life and those living it here.
“journalism keeps you planted in the earth.”
to all the journos out there, still finding a way to tell the story.
image credits: oldnews.aadl.org, ann arbor townies
peaches: “your writing is beautiful. may i read it?”
grandie v: “it’s written in magic fairy language, peaches, so i’ll have to read it to you. it says: fairies, mermaids, and unicorns are magical.”
peaches: “we’re both so lucky that you know magic fairy language.”
”if i fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don’t remove it
— i might be writing in my dreams.
“writing is like walking in a deserted street.
out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.”
-john le carre
image credit: myriad botanical gardens, the okalahoman
when grandie v and i
have finished building our indoor winter fairy village
with jewels and feathers and sparkles, a flower vine swing, love tape, and puff ball beds
it is very important to write about it and invite them to move in tonight.
“when I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,
chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.
merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you’ll be fairies all.”
credits: terry gross – fresh air/npr radio, google images