Wednesday, December 31, 2014
A Visit From the Librarian
I don't exactly know what brought it on, but she got out her old costume glasses and put her hair up in a beehive.
Ianto was fascinated.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Up to See the Wizard
Was able to run up to Ryan's to spend some time there with him.
Buffalo burgers, good brew (both bean and barley), and splendid walks about town and on the bench.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Hoping yours is at least as satisfying and joyful as mine has been, here's an offering I wrote today for whoever might care to read.
A very unlikely series of events brought me here
and it’s equally probable that I know exactly
how this whole cakeshow will turn out-
But I’m grateful that there are skies full of snow right now,
and rain falling from others while the sun blazes down in others
because I’m small and lucky to be here, again,
and small and hopeful to be here again.
I see things as I do, and hope for things I do
and glad I am that I am surrounded by blindingly good people
who make me feel like I’m huge and full of something worthwhile.
And as the wind can blow in all directions at once somewhere
on this blue dot on some edge of this withering cosmos,
my decisions will ripple a wee bit until they disappear
too soon for my hopes and too likely late for my aspirations,
though it’s good to be able to focus on this day.
In the lengthening of sunsets and snowstorms
into the perception of those who see them from where they are,
we can gain from each photon absorbed and neuron fired-
And having grown fond of that place from whence that moment fled,
the inspiration of breath and water and gasses can
potentially course the way between us,
but unless we save a moment for the glass shown darkly
crystalline, transparent and magnifying
though needful of a moment saved and spent in pause between
more than just one.
Within graves strewn across seas, mountains and fertile fields
our own ancestors pray in silence
without inspiration of breath or knowledge of ripples
their bodies from which we sprung are nevertheless still fertile
in blessing and consequence
having given each his or her full measure in love or hatred
In war or a sort of peace within,
for they felt as I do, and hoped as I do
and felt large and full of something worthwhile
as the winds blew and light shone through dark glass,small and hopeful to be here, again.
Up at the cabin, new snow on the ground overnight, a good pup and the best damn family ever.
What more could I ask for?
Well... more of the same, more often.
Happy Holidays and Mass of the Christ to you.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Out and 'Bout With the Drie
As often as we can. I love being out and about with the Drie, even if it's just on the roads of town or the trails above.
We don't get out of SpringTown much, but it's just fine as long as I can get out with her.
Happy Solstice and Love to all.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
On the Lee Side
From earlier today, a first draft for sharing at The Granary-
On the lee side of the house,
during a twilight that persists at least four months a year for the past 117 years
where ice forms in lumpy, slick, step-thwarting strata,
through storm after storm, night after night, with drop after drop-
part precipitate from the roof and the sky, part condensate of dew and frost native in the air.
I’ve a barrel on the northwest corner of the house that freezes solid early in the fall
and if I want the flora and fauna nurtured through the spring and summer
I put a sturdy cattle trough heater made for frigid, Wyoming winters atop the ice,
and by the next day, it has melted its way through to any water at the center
a means for life and breath aimed at those wee souls within.
It’s just like that most of the time, round here,
on the lee side of the world, this side of the TV realm, the opposite side of
what some imagine to be simple plenty, blessings and just reward for righteousness or right decision-
It’s funny what happens when ice forms on permafrost earth where no direct sun shines
for months at a time;
We’ll see what pops back green and gold, round March, or April, or even May.
Blizzard and slush, frost and rime, the bright of day and sparks of star and moon in the snow for the
Look outside the glass, take a walk in the air, these are all there is outside now-
ours is a small space between bricks or sticks for the winter
made warm by flame and the souls of family and those dear.
We might remain or even flourish in that timeless sun that enlivens, even in winter;
a means of life and breath for those wee souls within.
a means of life and breath for those wee souls within.
We finally found a new pup to keep Moshe's place.
He's sorta named Sigmund, Sigfried or Sigurd, and we call him Sig, Siggy, or Sigger for short.
I don't think he really cares much, he's just glad to have a place to call home even if it is a crazy, busy place like ours.
He's an absolute peach, by the way...
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Out and About With the Drie
Though not aways in focus on the camera, she's always in focus in my eye. A pleasure to share my life with, that's my girl.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Frosty Mornings and Long Nights
The winter evenings and more time spent inside brings good in that I get to talk with my kids and hear about what they're up to and what they wish to be up to and what they'd like to work towards.
They're good people with dreams and fantastic sensibilities, and I am amazed to be their Pop.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
There they are, the sequential birthday sharers, Ianto and Miya. They had a good day, so many happy returns to them!
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Alas, It Didn't Last
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