may god give you the grace
never to sell yourself short;
grace to risk something big
for something good;
grace to remember that the
world is too dangerous for
anything but truth
and to small
for anything but love.
so, may god take your minds
and think through them;
may god take your lips
and speak through them;
may god take your hearts
and set
them
on
fire.
amen.
william sloane coffin
adapted by h. stephen shoemaker
happy thanksgiving to you and your family with many blessings for joy, love and peace.
once upon a time, there was a strange girl who lived in a fantastical place called colorado.
she was scared.
very scared.
because she was leaving her fantastical place for a different, other worldly place called north carolina.
she didn't know what north carolina would be like.
would they have tacos in north carolina?
would the people speak english?
and what about flush toilets? would they even have them or know what they were?
on her first day at school in her new world, she was seated next to a beautiful girl with soulful eyes.
she was tall and had long limbs and was the envy of all the other girls because she was so beautiful (and because she had big boobs).
but she was kind and her heart was true and she smiled at the strange girl and they became instant friends.
life took the strange girl and her friend with the long limbs through all kinds of adventures and they traveled together, laughed together, fought together and cried together.
they knew one another like only true friends can know one another.
and they still do and always will.
happy 50th birthday, sharon.
here's to 50 more wonderful years.
i love you.
fortune cookie thursday
dawn-o-lantern
i am heading on a plane to fly back to the place where i started.
a place that i haven't been to in a very long time.
even though i grew up in the south,
and call it my home,
i was born in rhode island.
and when i think of my very early years,
i think of my childhood that was rooted in
things like
the huge marigolds that grew taller than i was
the little brook that ran along the edge of our backyard
disappearing for hours to wander the woods
ballet classes that lasted all day on saturdays
catholic mass that was spoken in latin
and the beautiful colors of fall,
the fall,
the fall.
the address of the street that i lived on was 36 pleasant street.
it was there that my parents fought.
they fought bitterly
tearing one another to shreds
tearing me to shreds
on 36 pleasant street.
and so i am going back to this seemingly idyllic,
seemingly perfect
little childhood place....
this 36 pleasant street
this 36 un-pleasant street.
to wrestle with schizophrenic
memories.
and say goodbye.
fortune cookie thursday
this one's for you.
the you that turned 40 last week,
the you that will soon be turning 50,
the you that is struggling and stretching and growing through turmoil,
the you that is finding her way through motherhood,
the you that is growing up and making her life hers,
the you that is my rock and my strength.
and for all of you.
i thank you.
for so many reasons.
happy monday.
dear fall,
is it possible that you are here already?
you have once again caught me off guard.
you with your beautiful warm colors and your golden light.
your cool breezes that shiver the leaves off the trees.
how did you get here so quickly?
well, no matter
i'm glad to see you once again....
you and your wonderful smelling self.
if only winter wasn't looming behind you.
love,
d
sometimes i have dreams of big enormous full moons
the moon is so large that it can't even be seen in its entirety
because it extends far below the earth's horizon.
i stand in its orangey light
and look closely at all its imperfections.....
the craters and dips.
and i think
this is perfect in its imperfection.
and why is it
that i can see that in other things
and other people,
but not in myself?