10/13/2011

overflow

Recent blessings, small and deep:

Music of EspaƱol, batted between women choosing baby clothing. Language-melody, launched in sequence, unfurled like little banners.

Skin scent when a loved one, lotion-tinted, gently day-heated, opened her arms.

Warm, dark wine's presence inside smooth gold cup, inviting a small swallow.

The fact that, despite myself, my life includes a well, a wandering, a search.

Seeing how often I'm befluxed by living.

Words of textured resonance meeting my soul: "Christ did not die in order to make bad men good -- he died in order to make dead men live." (Thanks, Fr. Stephen Freeman.)

Half-dreamed, before my alarm announced the morning: "Hold people close; a shade of closer."

10/07/2011

food: the (un)process

A couple of friends who've been on my bloggy list from way back are taking a challenge this month.

Marianne and Cherie each signed on to try making it through October eating, more or less, only whole foods. This challenge came from Andrew Wilder at Eating Rules.

I am nearly sated just browsing their pictures:


Of course, there are chicken feet...


But you gotta love these forays into the real thing. Food for thought, in bite-size pieces.

10/03/2011

trying this

You may have tried to reach this blog page and found yourself on the "my other blog" page. Sorry for any confusion.

For a while I've been thinking about this change. At first I thought I would best like to have a home page, welcoming folks in with a wonderful quote or two which would rotate and provide variety. But, um, I didn't keep that up so well.

The reality is, I'm blogging here. I'm not a persona with a website. It's fun to have pages listing examples of my published writing, but basically my "home" work is to update semi-regularly. I plan to keep doing so. I think this arrangement reflects that better.

Thanks for your patience with me in many ways! You're nice readers, you.

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