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Wednesday, 31 December 2014

31 December


once this piece of clay was a brick

 now it has become a heart

in 2014 i chose the word reach

this year my theme word is


I am not sure what the new year holds for me

but I hope that I end up on the beach

as a representation of love

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

24 december

I salute you! There is nothing I can give you which you have not; but there is much, that, while I cannot give, you can take.
  No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take Heaven.
  No Peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take Peace.
  The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy. Take Joy.
  And so, at this Christmas time, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks and the shadows flee away.

— by Fra Giovanni Giocondo
Fra Giovanni Giocondo (c.1435–1515) was a Renaissance pioneer, accomplished as an architect, engineer, antiquary, archaeologist, classical scholar, and Franciscan friar.  Today we remember him most for his reassuring letter to Countess Allagia Aldobrandeschi on Christmas Eve, 1513.

Friday, 19 December 2014

19 december

a few random thoughts

One year I walked through the Christmas tree farm just before the mad rush.

I had no plans to purchase a tree so the pressure was off.

I just took my camera for a stroll.

I got the best images and this is one of them that I have doctored up.


we have colored lights on our tree this year for the first time in a long while.

Those boys like the colored lights more so, of course,

we went right out and purchased new lights.

I like the white kind the best

but I like those boys more than I like white lights.


Every morning I make coffee in my french press.

I love the whole process of making it and I love the way it sounds

as I pour the water in.

It doesn't stay hot very long though....


I lost my copy of It's a Wonderful Life.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find it available to watch

either on line or on demand?

We have to wait until they show it (with commercials) on Saturday night.

I'm going to buy another copy this afternoon


Tomorrow afternoon we will be taking those boys to the Christmas party

on this rather tiny island

they will get to see Santa

then after dark the island's Christmas Parade will travel past our house

and up the hill

I love this stuff. 

Friday finds

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

14 december

i am tangled up in you

have been forever
your ring-tone is a spacecraft
landing on the rooftop

we two spinning together 
with angels and lunatics

we shall endeavor now
to tread upon this planet
and spread what love we have

before all's lost
and say hello

16 December

in the morning sunlight

christmas candy glimmers

enchanting with it's sweet colors

pretty enough just to look at....

texture tuesday

Sunday, 14 December 2014

14 December



today is my mother's 80th birthday and tomorrow is my sister's 50th

underneath what we look like

lies the real beauty 




Scavenger hunt sunday 

I didn't quite get to them all....

it's OK though

Friday, 12 December 2014

13 December

tomorrow my mother will celebrate her 80th birthday

and my sister will celebrate her 50th the next day

momentous occasions

I think that the beauty lies beneath the milestones

beneath the noisy holidays

beneath the layers of leftover wrapping paper

and half glasses of wine remaining in  bottles 

 old photographs

i find the beauty in the quiet ride home

as the sky is darkening

and a sepia film developing 

over everything

that is where i find the beauty

not so much in what we say

but in how we hold each other

here is a link to the poem I wrote for my mother

12 december

these are a few of my favorite things

a bit of lamplight from the corner table

for these early dark afternoons

tiny brown paper packages tied up with string

 peppermint sticks by the jarful

friends and family around us

Thursday, 11 December 2014

7 December


the second candle of advent is lit for peace

may the hush of peace

settle over our world this season

may you feel it 

and hear it

and see it

and carry it in your heart

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow.
To take each moment
And live each moment
In peace eternally.
Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me

this song was written in 1955

by husband and wife

Sy Miller and Jill Jackson

first performed at a retreat in California

for a group of young people 

who were from a wide variety of religious, ethnic and socioeconomic backrounds

after the retreat these people came down off the mountain

and spread this song every where they went

11 december

the thing about

gingerbread zombies

is that we eat them


Wednesday, 10 December 2014

10 December

 we are in the midst of a very slow moving 


heavy rain, wild winds

and super tides

I suppose that one would need a vaporimeter 

to determine the exact vapor pressure of this storm

I wish that it was snow....

but don't tell anyone

saying that kind of stuff around here

isn't exactly the way to win friends 

watery wednesday

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

reading challenges


reading challenges

these are the challenges I will be participating in

key word challenge
January- silent

February - Key, water, lie, chase, heir, once

On a Farther Shore
The Life and Legacy of Rachel Carson
William Souder

I believe this may be a bit of a stretch but this is a biography of Rachel Carson

who wrote the book Silent Spring which was the impetus for the

 environmental movement in the 1960's.

March - kind, face, power, city, blue, night, to

April - dream, prince, long, wind, rose, the, rock

May - Ash, road, thief, bend, in, far

June - my, together, whisper, win, soul, sleep

July - sun, unto, energy, fate, high, look

Sundial of the Seasons
Hal Borland

August - fall, boy, glass, heart, lost, now

September - color, touch, life, day, how, sweet

October - ghost, home, beach, away, test, number

November - rise, holiday, and, little, call, dark

December - space, mirror, over, flower, trap, cold

road trip challenge

The Way to Rainy Mountain
N. Scott Momaday
New Mexico

Sundial of the Seasons
Hal Borland

color coded challenge

Dragonfly in Amber
Diana Gabaldon

the literary movement

January -Medievil times

The Awen Alone
Joanna Van Der Hoeven

February - Renaissance







The Friendly Road
David Grayson



November-The great beat generation or the Bloomsbury group

December-Post Modernism

9 december

he came to this rather tiny island

 at 6:00 in the evening

after work

she turned on the Christmas lights

just at sunset

so they would come into view

as he drove over the causeway

and into the shimmering quiet

of their evening together

poetry jam

9 december

brown paper packages 

tied up with string

texture tuesday

Sunday, 7 December 2014

7 December

This brings me joy

You can see our house all lit up in the back ground. 

The Christmas tree stand is in the beach park right across the street

so our serendipitous family

doesn't have far to walk it home and carry it up the stairs. 


A white pear vase I bought at the Christmas fair 



Ever so patiently she threaded the striped

Twine through the pinprick holes 

In the tiny  whale ornaments. 


We made cinnamon applesauce ornaments in the shape of whales

7 december

memories traipsed through her hallways

like filets of time

 some days she just feigned indifference


her cape of invisibility

fanning the flame of her small fire

her heart  a cavernous cave

where the chains of Jacob Marley 


through a red and green haze

deranged and derailed

and too late to exchange

and some days she wondered why she didn't break under the strain

just thought that this is rather depressing...but not autobiographical

although I dabble lightly in the dark I live in the sunshine...

i am annoyingly cheerful

and ever more so during the Christmas season

Thursday, 4 December 2014

4 December

the PTO christmas tree stand is open in the lowlands

We can see this from our kitchen window

the mothers and fathers volunteering at the stand

when the sunsets they light a fire in an old metal barrel

and gather around it to keep warm

You can see the dune grasses in the image and the wind coming

off the Atlantic get's pretty chilly

Children run around with each other

father's tie trees to the tops of cars with rope

grandmothers bring hot cocoa and homemade cookies

to the helpers

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

03 December

let us not be unobservant 

to the plight of those around us

where there is want

where there are tears

where there is loneliness

let us sow

what plenty we may have

and cheer

and the gifts of good friendship

and let us look to our own hearts

and leave them not unamended

for thereby some have entertained angels


Thursday, 27 November 2014

27 November

"Not what we say about our blessings

but how we use them

is the true measure of our thanksgiving"

P.T. Purkiser

It is not enough to be grateful

It is not enough to recognize our blessings

we must share them

we must give them away

we must find those that have not

and use what we have to bless them


it is all for naught

" every right implies a responsibility, every opportunity, an obligation, every possession, a duty."
John D. Rockefeller 

Noblesse oblige

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

26 November

T is for....


most especially thanksgiving

I cannot possibly express the ways in which I am blessed

For what ever reason I was set here, in this place, at this time, 

to share a life with these people

there are not words or expressions or even emotions enough

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

25 November

hydrangeas and japanese lanterns

I am recycling a few old photographs lately

while I slowly rejoin the universe

I was at a complete stop while I was sick

and I don't want to rush back into the hustle and bustle

that this time of year brings

I am going to keep each day slow

Monday, 24 November 2014

24 November

the good

I have been feeling better....slowly recovering from bi-lateral pneumonia

the fun

Joe's oldest son is staying with us 

this weekend was our weekend with his younger sons

so I had a houseful of McGrath boys!

 No picture as I've been too tired to play around with my camera

the random 

this is absolutely random

I pulled it out of an old photo file

I've not one idea where it is or why or when I took it.....

the good, the random, the fun

Friday, 21 November 2014

21 November

I have been very ill with bi-lateral pneumonia these past three weeks.

While I have not been able to go outside much I have been able to

notice the changes that November brings to our rather tiny island. 

The Atlantic has changed to a darker and less inviting color 

the scrub brush along the dunes has changed color as well

slowly the golds and russets of October

have given over to the browns and blacks and grays of 


I am recovering slowly but I tire very easily.

I plan my days carefully so as to get the most done

before I have to come home and rest.

It is a good time to take stock and be thankful

for the beauty that surrounds me

Thursday, 30 October 2014

30 October

a pear is a sensual fruit.

ripe and round

and sort of plump

almost voluptuous in shape

soft, but not too soft

beautiful in the light

almost dancing on the kitchen windowsill

fits nicely in the palm of your hand

delicious and slightly fragrant

I once had a pear tree growing outside my bedroom window

I would lie awake in the moonlight and listen to fat pears 

dropping onto the grass below us

Friday, 24 October 2014

24 October

we live on a rather tiny island between two beaches

Short beach on one side is for people

and black rock -aka, dog beach

is open to dogs year round

Monday, 20 October 2014

20 October

Two paths diverged in a yellow wood
And knowing I could not travel both
 And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Robert Frost

the wood is littered with yellow

leaves from the birches and beach trees

bittersweet bursting open

yellow leaves with red berries

and dappled sunshine

on the path

Sunday, 19 October 2014

19 October

a perfect day

I was not familiar with this song so I played it on youtube. 

it seems, somehow, depressing to me...almost sarcastic. 

It is rather sad that he died so young (71...seems younger and younger to me)

For me, a perfect day is spending time with the ones I love

or a romp on the beach while supper is cooking.

Friday, 17 October 2014

17 October

this was taken last winter...

it can get rather lonely and foreboding on an island 

in Janurary

a rather tiny island has mood swings

let's just say she can get mighty pissed off 

in the dead of winter
give you the cold shoulder

 or toss a few boulders up onto the causeway during a high tide

and leave all the folks stranded here

till she feels like she's proved her point

then go all quiet and still again like nothing ever happened

17 October

October at the seashore

Thursday, 16 October 2014

16 October

the path through

 the hundred acre wood

leads to the playground

sometimes there are groundhogs 

in the pathway

when they see us they waddle 

into the tall brush reeds

where the birds and mices

scuttle about

gathering tiny seeds

and acorns 

for an October feast

Sunday, 12 October 2014

12 October


our life is frittered away by detail

simplify, simplify



 i am always comforted with a cuppen tae

new moon above 

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