“Instead of blood brothers — we are spine sisters.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“I always have been.”
“Thank God.”
After a day of playing in the snow
Candlelight
Peruvian rice with beans, hot sauce, and topped with a crispy fried egg
thinly sliced sweet potatoes
We made our new years resolutions [nothing cliche, please]
and then talked about our bodies: as women do:
what we like — the veins in my hand, my collarbones, my eyebrows or my mouth
[and dislike]
and then we accidentally talked about the children —
[I will cry when I see your children, and She’ll be a little Josefina; you need to find another puertorriqueno…]
–we didn’t have yet.
Discussing our hypothetical futures [passionately]
we all got silent for a moment.
“I can’t see any of us being very subdued,” Sarah said.
We broke and began washing the dishes, knitting, bathtime, curled on the couch with a book, folding the laundry, taking out the trash.
She was right.
OH.MY.GOSH. you guys are SO amazing. thank you for the box of love – it [completely] made my day. thank you for being such creative, encouraging, thoughtful friends – i can’t wait to see each and every one of you!!
i’m crying over here because i can’t believe how amazing Westover is.
…what IF there’s always dishes in the sink! [it’s the love that counts]
R I P Benito – We will never forget the good times.
[Benny finally passed during our holiday party; it was a dramatic way to go – for a fish at least.]
What We Need Is Here
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
w. berry
….listen to Rosi Golan, she’s my new favorite!
“Week after week we witness the same miracle: that God is so mighty he can stifle his own laughter. Week after week, we witness the same miracle: that God, for reasons unfathomable, refrains from blowing our dancing bear act to smithereens. Week after week Christ washes the disciples’ dirty feet, handles their very toes, and repeats, It is all right — believe it or not — to be people.
Who can believe it?”
There is something about this place. She is my long lost friend.
She is mine. She is yours. She holds us in our tears.
She keeps us from the rain. She gives us the sun…and the stars.
She holds us close….you and me.
I know her well. Her smells, her cracks and gaps, her silence
She can never surprise me.
Not with her wild colors. nor with her crassness.
She is known.
you and me.
we are held.
The way the sun comes through my peacock curtain in the morning and is warm on my freezing face (because I have no heater in my room still).
This quote: “I know the day is real because the pain is unspeakably so.” — by Annie Dillard
Teaching English 101
Cooking slowly
Eating really good food
Watching other people eat the food I made
Patty Griffin
Standing on the porch in silence and staring at our street
Coffee
Watching Benito and being glad I am not a fish
^ on a similar note: Human relationships and all 5 senses
Anything written by Anne Lamott
Daydreaming about when I will buy a dog and name him Peter.
Listening to my dad laugh
cardinals
The intense fear I am struggling with right now of having hope for anything – but its a good fear. Don’t worry.
Kitchens.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
[…]
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
–e.e. cummings
what makes you feel alive…?
for me, it’s been
.watching the snow fall outside my window for hours and feeling that the whole world is silent, for once
.phone conversations with long-lost friends
.psalms
.running [to the beat of Rihanna]
.daydreaming about all our adventures last year
.holiday parties!
.wendell berry poetry
Westover 