Currently- October-ish 2009

Currently I am: back to scraping frost off my windows every morning for the unforeseeable future; watching old episodes of The French Chef with Julia Child; trying to convince myself that it really has been 10 years since I graduated from College; going duck hunting with my husband; putting things in order for my Mom-in-Laws first visit to our home since we were married–we are both pretty excited; and reading Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina” (oy, veh).

Patience is

granular like sugar,

and every child hungers for it

the same way that tongues crave sweet,

darting out from parted lips,

darting like small boys into traffic or towards sharp sticks,

always used with the poorest of judgment

(which is also how wars begin)

 

and if it had color,

it would be milky and soft,

and quite the opposite of the vermilion rage

that springs with sudden heat and sting

like a rash along the slender,

tender curve of a throat

provoked for the hundredth time

by the lollygagging, jelly-boned determination

to find exactly where the line is drawn;

 

and it is feeling the clean hard click of teeth meeting and words held

or shoving fists into pockets

or maybe after gripping a sticky palm

a little too hard,

it is to inhale again softly and notice the way the chickadees

have returned to the woods, and how the light is mellow

like honey in a jar

-poem by {my topography}

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf's a flower. -Albert Camus

Gone but not forgotten

 

Our beloved companion, Nook. We miss you, friend.

May I Go

Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?
I’ve lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?
I didn’t want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do; it’s difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you’re sad and afraid, because I see your tears.
I’ll not be far, I promise that, and hope you’ll always know,
That my memory will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too,
And that’s why it’s hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me, you’ll let me go today.

by Susan A. Jackson

Currently- September 2009

Currently I am into:  organizing my favorite recipes for my custom cookbook at TasteBook; reading Jack London’s The Call of the Wild;  applying, praying and hoping for a permanent federal position (and possibly one in another state–even #49);  celebrating 32 years of life; chuckling at peopleofwalmartcom; preparing myself for Nook’s final moments with us (which will be soon); eating a handful of almonds  for my afternoon snack everyday; and exploring my backyard.

Goodbye, Summer.

“How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer’s pride.” -- William Blake