Thursday, September 23, 2010
If there is an address for the soul,
It's where everything bright
And never tamed
Comes together on high.
If you want to join
Two sides of a river,
You might be able to.
If you try too hard,
You may miss
Your favorite place
In the universe.
It is a place
Where there's always
A downpour of inspiration.
React to a new poem.
Have a favorite dream.
Leave your mark on the sand.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
"They say an infant can't see when it is as young as your sister was, but she opened her eyes, and she looked at me. She was such a little bit of a thing. But while I was holding her, she opened her eyes. I know she didn't really study my face. Memory can make a thing seem to have been much more than it was. But I know she did look right into my eyes. That is something. And I'm glad I knew it at the time, because now, in my present situation, not that I am about to leave this world, I realize there is nothing more astonishing than a human face...You feel your obligation to a child when you have seen it and held it. Any human face is a claim on you, because you can't help but understand the singularity of it, the courage and loneliness of it. But this is truest of the face of an infant. I consider that to be one kind of vision, as mystical as any."
Friday, September 17, 2010
"Without even knowing it, you may be starting to adjust your posture and the ways you stand, move, and walk. You may at times feel as if you're going to tip over. This is normal. You'll return to your more graceful self after your baby is born."
It really says that.
Back-story if you're interested or have no idea about the import of graceful.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I hope it's not plagiarism to do this. My sister wrote something on Rew's FB wall. I found it rather amusing and I hope she doesn't mind my slapping it on here with a good ole copy-and-paste maneuver.
"I thought you would like to hear this story about your wife. Actually, it was my dream, so it's not a true story. Once upon a time, I woke up in the early morning of October and was informed that my sister had had a baby. I got all excited and started asking when we would go see her. Then, you and her appeared and Analyn was all ready to go for a run, exactly three hours after she had given birth. Also, your baby was fluent in English and had teeth. I told him to say, "I'm a child prodigy," and he kept saying it over and over. Also, I asked why Analyn had given birth so early. You told me that it was because she was playing soccer and some of her bones got fractured, so they needed to get the baby out.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Once upon a time, when we went to Petra, Anna and I met a cat.
I'm generally not too fond of cats. G & G Skab's cats are the only cats I've ever really liked. When this poor, little, and dirty thing wanted to rub up against me, I shied away and tried to shoo it away. (If you click on the picture and zoom in, you'll see the rude downcast glare I shot the cat; Anna, though, is kind and giving the cat a sweet smile.) This may or may not make me a bad person in your eyes, sorry.
Now I remember I have an even better cat story from Jerusalem to tell. The next installment of Meow will feature that. I didn't even know I was going to have "Meow installments." How embarrassing.
Oh well, happy weekend!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
It's not solely the perfect weather that makes this such a dreamy time of year for me--the start of school factors in. Since school started without me this year, I really find myself missing it. I've had several teaching dreams the past few weeks and I'm sure they'll continue. I miss all the students I've ever taught. I miss the splendid lunchtimes spent with fellow teachers. I miss reading, discovering, laughing, and working with my students. Sure, I might be glossing over and remembering only the good parts. But the hard things about teaching I barely remember; the sweet sticks with me.
And thus seasons roll on.
Coaching swimming comes as my newest season. I've coached before but I feel my teaching experiences of the last few years have really helped me become a better coach. I'm excited to work with kids, albeit in a setting other than the classroom. I've seen the great influence my mom has had on so many because of all she's taught them through coaching. I hope I can do a fraction of the same.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Happy days will come to you all year.
If I had a wish, then it would be
A happy happy birthday to you from me.
I know, not original at all. So let's get a little more so by exploring some of the wonderfulness my husband embodies.
Before we begin, did you know that the doctor who delivered Andrew also delivered me (three months later)? We discovered this fact several months ago in talking with our mothers about our own pending baby arrival. I'd say that's pretty cool.
And now, a few exhibits of the birthday boy's awesomeness:
sometimes, as in this case, he actually asks for me to do so.
He's also too nice;
he helped me yesterday in preparation
for his birthday dinner today.
Happy birthday dearest!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I also got to say good morning to my gramma who was there doing her water aerobics. I got to smile some more as I heard her talking about Rew and me. Yay for the ladies at water aerobics.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I wrote about what we've been up to over here.
1. Andrew bemoaning the demise of his sunglasses.
2. Shade on beach day.
3. Almost everyone in the water but us one evening in McCall.
4. I think possibly my favorite picture from Nat and Miguel's happy day. Marge and Josh make a great couple, eh?
5. Heather and me at the temple. She's due in two weeks! Can't wait to meet my new cousin. And I can't wait for our boys to play together.