Monday, 25 July 2016

25 July

the good

In the morning I rise early....

Joe puts the coffee water on and I add the coffee grounds to the french press

I start to build the lunch I will bring to work....

cucumber, orange peppers, cherry tomatoes, chick-peas, and fresh mozzarella

When the lunch is all packed and the coffee has been drunk....

I walk across the street to the bus stop and head into the city for work

the fun

kite surfing at sunset

The tide and wind conditions must have been just perfect on Friday afternoon.

There were so many kite surfers out at Dog beach!

the random

fog-walking over the brambles of wild rose hips

toward home


My wild love went riding
she rode to the sea
she gathered together
some shells for her head
she rode and she rode on
she rode for a while
then stopped for an evening
and lay her head down

-Jim Morrison

The good, the random, the fun

Sunday, 24 July 2016

The Sunday Whirl

so....I'm not gonna tell you how to vote

I'm just saying 

something smells a little fishy to me....

before you find yourself falling under any one's spell

remember this:

the tides gonna keep on changing...

ebb and flow, ebb and flow...

give and take, give and take....

I hear you though

a little more give and a little less take might not be such a bad deal

 look, I'm just calling 'em like I see 'em

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do for you....

I'll toss out an olive branch:

first thing you gotta keep in mind

we're all just sitting on a tiny planet spinning 'round in space

it's happening right now...

we're dissolving as I write these words

we just be trippin'

Saturday, 23 July 2016

searching for Sabbath

I have learned that mourning is a time for dance....

there is a dance for sorrow just is there is a dance for joy

I dance in the footsteps of those who have gone before me

my tears are a salty waterfall 

that moves in the light of their shadows 

 tiny splashes of silver and white

it is not to celebrate their lives that I dance

though I do cherish their lives-

I dance because the sorrow is so great 

that I cannot help but move my broken self

in recognition

There is a natural beauty in a dance of sorrow

and I have learned to find it's rhythm within me

Thursday, 21 July 2016

22 July

Beautiful sunsets on summer nights

Summer is very magical on this rather tiny island

summer evenings often find me walking the beach 

camera in hand

Tiny toes 

in the art studio

the day we painted sand castles

Bunnies in the clover


Tuesday, 19 July 2016

19 July

over the bramble and into the fog

Walking Wild

the fog rolled in on the shore the other night....

Did you walk the wild this week?

Monday, 18 July 2016

18 July

the fun

rope swing at the dock....

every day....all day

all summer long

the good

sleep overs

the random

yellow flowers in the side yard

Saturday, 16 July 2016

beauty with inner implications

My heart is 

sunlight glittering on the Atlantic ocean

and random parts of other people

the smell of a beach fire

on a summer night 

and the sound of the tide in the background

orange moon in a starlit sky

waves of time

that ebb and flow

a life time of scattered glances

and piercing stares that left me breathless

my heart is

mountains and green field

and the wood of a morning

before any one else is awake

the laughter of babies and 

tiny hands that touched me gently

so many tears

there are butterflies in the sunshine outside my window as I type this ditty

my heart is wabi-sabi

everything that is me

my heart is love

and I offer it to you

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Black Lives Matter

I've been thinking a lot about the

Black Lives Matter 

movement....and the violence and tragedy in these past few days


Psalm 11

In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
"Flee like a bird to your mountain,
for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?"

The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord's throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
The Lord tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Monday, 11 July 2016

11 July

the fun

I got together with my daughters yesterday. 

I saw them both but at different times because they live a few towns away from 

each other and had different work schedules.

the good
My youngest daughter is feeling well during her 6th month of pregnancy. 

She is just about to begin her third trimester!

 the random

Another random routine traffic stop where a police officer

kills a black man.

This one was shot in his car in front of his woman and 4 year old child.

I've been giving it a lot of thought....

and I think the first step toward unity and all of us crossing the bridge together

is to get the police to stop killing innocent black men.

If we can just do that then I think we have a real chance for eliminating racism.

Saturday, 9 July 2016

Philando Castile

When I was a girl

it was said that I was like my father


So, I am wondering if a four year old girl

is like her daddy....

if  the smell of Old Spice will always make her think of him getting out of the shower 

if they were laughing in the car just before they got pulled over

Did she feel the warmth leave him

When the shock of the bullets lifted his body up off the seat

in front of her

Does she understand that she will never again feel his hand in hers

never see the twinkle in his eye when he pulls the quilts up over her in the night

Never know his wit

How do we stop from weeping for this child

who will grow like a bird that can never fly

How do we stop killing each other

Searching for Sabbath

~ ~ ~

Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind. 
Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing.

For whoever desires to love life 
and see good days,
let him keep his tongue from evil
and his lips from speaking deceit;
let him turn away from evil and do good;
let him seek peace and pursue it.

-1 Peter: 8-11
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In this world we all live in

we must learn to be of one accord

one mind

It means that we must learn to see from another's point of view

it doesn't mean we must give up what we believe in

or let go of what we stand for

but that we must search out the other side

before there is no ground left at all

We are called to bless, to serve,

to love our neighbors as ourselves

to seek peace and pursue it

and peace is not "our way" or "their way"

there is only one way

there is only one love

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Thursday, 7 July 2016

7 July

We walked through the golf course on Monday night

to see the fireworks over the Atlantic ocean.

We were perched up on the rocks of the jetty

so we could see them right over our heads

but as we walked back home there were plenty of families

set up on blankets on the grass of the golf course

Happy Birthday America!

This is Marblehead, MA (USA)
where I grew up

My mum lives there still and it is only a few towns away from where I live now

I spent the weekend at my mum's house with my sister

who was visiting.


As I waited for the bus this morning little 2 year old Mila 

drove by with her mother and grandmother 

on the way to her last chemo treatment in Boston.

Neighbors and friends came out to line the roads with balloons 

and home made signs to send her off.

Three police cars with lights going escorted her off island

and the firetrucks had their ladders extended over the causeway

as her car passed under.

Even the town trucks were parked along side.

This rather tiny sort-of island is a pretty sweet place to live 

HERE is a link to the story

It's been so foggy of late here on our rather tiny island 

that the fog horns have been sounding.

I absolutely love that sound

My desk is one of my favorite places in the house

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

6 July

our house

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Through wisdom a house is built,
and by understanding it is established;
by knowledge the rooms are filled
with all precious and pleasant riches.

Proverbs 24:3-4

I stayed at my mum's house the Fourth of July weekend

My sister was visiting from another state 

We both slept in the guest room in separate beds....

much like we did when we shared a room as girls.

My husband and I are considering buying a house...we rent right now.

My sister is between houses and staying with a friend while she makes some life decisions.

My brother is considering selling his condo and buying something in another town.

We discussed buying a three family home together.....

Monday, 4 July 2016

Independence Day

The Good

My sister came to visit my mum for the Fourth of July weekend.

I ended up spending the weekend as well even though I live only one town away.

It was like we were little girls again sleeping in the guest room at my mother's house...

at one point she said she even peeked in at us while we were sleeping 

just for old times. 

She spent Sunday afternoon on her old friend's boat.


The Fun

We brought her dog, Sadie, to dog beach for the first time.

Can you see her yellow coat and the yellow tennis ball?

She loved the water right from the start.

The Random

While Holly was out on the boat on Sunday, I went to Crocker Park

to see some of our old friends, 

The Melody Makers.

This is the scenery behind the stage....

at Crocker Park, Marblehead, MA

Friday, 1 July 2016

1 July

Joe and I went to my family reunion in Yorktown, NY this past weekend.

My grandmother had 4 siblings and each one of those 5 original families

had a different color t-shirt. The shirt was designed by a family member.

We had about 130 people!

This is the Keevers branch of the original 5 all in our grey shirts

All of her grandchildren and two of her daughters (my aunt passed away last year)

My mother and her remaining sister -into their 80s now and still going strong

They are beautiful inside and out. 

 We stayed, for the weekend, in an air B&B about half way there.

It was a beautiful old place that had been a working dairy farm and creamery until 1942.

It was well lived in but very nice just the same.

There was about 4 acres of property and a beautiful meadow we walked out to of an evening.

My niece captured a nice picture of Joe and I sitting in the shade.

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