Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Soon after I graduated from college and just a couple months before I began my first job as a newspaper reporter, I had the great privilege of spending the month of March in Europe.
I toted around a Minolta SLR that my Uncle Simon had given me and I had it with me when I went to visit the Lourve. I completely exhausted myself roaming the halls of that museum and was thrilled with some of the photographs I was able to snap. I vaguely recall photography was not exactly encouraged.
But the best shot of the entire trip was one I got of a museum guard fast asleep in a pose similar to a reclining sculpture. I just beamed with pride as I went to catch the Metro to get back to the apartment where I was staying.
Unfortunately, in my stupor and distraction, I got off at the wrong stop and realized I was completely lost. I figured I'd better get my bearings by going outside, and on my way, I decided to rewind the roll of 35 mm film I had finished at the Louvre.
The sound was hideous and horrible and I knew exactly what it meant. Somehow, the film had pulled off the spokes and had completely ripped and jammed in the camera. I found a semi-dark spot and I placed the camera under my big bulky red coat to a try to get it out without exposing it.
Didn't work--and I was devastated. Exhausted, lost, and devastated. I don't exactly have a poker face, so I'm sure I looked like a sad little urchin in a scarlet coat. I slowly climbed the stairs to get outside and sat myself down on a window ledge on a corner and hung my head, nearly in tears.
It was indeed a site for sore eyes and I was taking in the neoclassical beauty, when a finely dressed woman walked by, took one look at me, reached into her purse, and handed me several coins.
I sat there flabbergasted. It was all too much. The long day, the lost film, the lost self, the incredible view of the church, and the kind gesture of a complete stranger.
Eventually, I found my way back to my host home, still gripping those coins in my hand. I set them on the dresser and sat on the bed just staring at them. In the end, I decided that I would save them forever (I'm pretty sure in my 20s I thought I would live forever!) as a remembrance of French generosity toward a complete stranger.
And in the end, they have served as a far better memento than the photo I lost. Besides, who knows, the photo may have gotten one tired guard in a lot of trouble!
Or ended up in Pyzahn's post!
Oh, and the SLR? Little stinker slipped out of my hands in the Notre Dame Cathedral, crashed on the stone floor, and quit working for the next week. Trouble maker! Now my little point and shoot . . .
Image 1 from Wikipedia
Image 1 from Wikipedia
Image 3 from Julie70
Image 2 from usmint.gov
Friday, July 24, 2009
This little blessing asked to be written when I learned that a dear friend was embarking on a risky fact-finding trip to another continent last December.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
away from whirring fans
and shades drawn against the heat.
Away from ringing phones
and minds buzzing with schedules and possibilities.
Even away from rich conversation,
and people that I love.
As I let the walk take me,
bird song awakens my spirit.
A hawk bursts forth from a nearby tree
with a whoosh of red-brown feathers.
A gentle breeze plays with leaf shadows.
My heart begins to relax.
Even the deer skull on my path
served only to speak of life and death
and the rhythms of a natural world.
And finally, thankfully,
the endless dialogue
between my own two ears
begins to slow,
quieting in the light
of this beautiful summer morning.
Image by arichitk2
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
I speak of Kathleen Mortensen (aka Kat), author of the delightful Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes, whose marvelous blog is a must-see and a must-hear. Thank you, Kat!
And so, to continue to spread the love, I'm going to pass this award to a few of my cherished ones:
Derrick, author of Melrose Musings, from whom I get my daily fix of lore, beauty, charm, and travels.
Pyzahn, author of Prattle . . . from the Flatlands, whose creative posts and intriguing questions have me laughing my fool head off or thinking "hmmmmm" with every visit.
Rudee, author of A Knitting Nurse, whose sass, wit, and insight are as critical to a good day as caffeine.
Distracted by Shiny Objects, author of A Tidings of Magpies, who hits the sweet spot of photo and beautiful words with each and every post -- and she's wickedly funny, too.
Oh, I could go on and on, because in all honestly, I love you all. Really!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
after William Carlos William
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The world is holy.
We are holy.
All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the
lips of breaking waves,
the whisperings of grasses,
the shimmering of leaves.
-- Terry Tempest Williams
from Talking to God: Portrait of a World at Prayer (anthology)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I'm new to this scene. My name is Cora, and I'm the beautiful sister with the brains.
Charlotte is snoring and I've sent Kathleen to bed as she has been staying up way too late.
We know who is alpha in this house, don't we now?
Yes, I know, my eyes are different colors.
Please, if you must comment on them, do say something original.
I need to get my beauty sleep, too, so I shall leave you now with one of my favorite quotes:
"To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists,
manifesting itself as the highest wisdom
and the most radiant beauty,
which our dull faculties can comprehend
only in their primitive forms -
this knowledge, this feeling,
is at the center of true religion."
-- Albert Einstein
From The Merging of Spirit and Science
Do live long and prosper, darling --
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
So Mr. B looked down at my bare feet last night and made the following remark:
"Looks like your right foot is saying 'Live long, and prosper.' "
Yep -- same guy who calls me his bride, refers to me as Cadillac when he thinks I'm spending too much money, and to whom I've been married 29 years.
Never a dull moment here.
I have serious flat feet issues. When I buy shoes (which is worse than buying a bathing suit) and I'm asked what size I wear, my response is "square."
You get the picture.
And I bring this up for two reasons: 1) a blogger I follow posted a picture of some amazing sandals I wish I could wear and 2) my feet are not awesome and it's the only way I could work up the nerve to back my way into accepting a sweet award from Joycee at Granny Mountain.
So . . .
1. I wish I'd never worn high heels
For a breath of fresh air, I highly recommend visiting ~ennui~ . The photography is so soft and lovely, her posts brisk and tender, and her flare for finding amazing handcrafted treasures quite impressive.
Today with a milestone 100 post, she showed a pair sandals that make me wish I could stand around having a coquettish conversation with Russell Crowe as the Gladiator (one of my all-time favorite movies).
Sandals by zuzsi
But, alas, I will have to wear goofy black go-go boots ala the original Star Trek -- or my Keens.