life. death.
love is the animator.
your constant faithfulness.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, March 25, 2011
friday.
golden mornings.
coffee.
my thrift store black trousers.
getting to work safely in spite of scootering challenges.
{the Sacred hand of protection over me}
that bev brought me a spinach empanada for breakfast.
{that this was especially wonderful, given that i hadn't had breakfast}.
being out on the road for work.
enjoying the day.
my minimed rep, and how much she sincerely communicates her care, even over the phone.
that my doctor cares about me.
my mum. out there, currently, still. racing across the state for charity.
that i could check in with her by text.
that my mum texts. go, mum.
the bird i saw grab a worm and perch on the top of a row of hedges with his score.
traveling safety.
my melodica.
the cloud i spied from the courtyard at lunch that looked like Puff the Magic Dragon.
remembering to simply look. at the clouds.
all of the seen and unseen ways today i was protected.
the bird i watched whilst sitting at a light. who would call and look around waiting for a response.
that he continued for some time before he heard one.
the way i am able to help others.
sashi mcbutterpants tiny kitter yawn-squeak and stretch.
the coming promise of sleep.
coffee.
my thrift store black trousers.
getting to work safely in spite of scootering challenges.
{the Sacred hand of protection over me}
that bev brought me a spinach empanada for breakfast.
{that this was especially wonderful, given that i hadn't had breakfast}.
being out on the road for work.
enjoying the day.
my minimed rep, and how much she sincerely communicates her care, even over the phone.
that my doctor cares about me.
my mum. out there, currently, still. racing across the state for charity.
that i could check in with her by text.
that my mum texts. go, mum.
the bird i saw grab a worm and perch on the top of a row of hedges with his score.
traveling safety.
my melodica.
the cloud i spied from the courtyard at lunch that looked like Puff the Magic Dragon.
remembering to simply look. at the clouds.
all of the seen and unseen ways today i was protected.
the bird i watched whilst sitting at a light. who would call and look around waiting for a response.
that he continued for some time before he heard one.
the way i am able to help others.
sashi mcbutterpants tiny kitter yawn-squeak and stretch.
the coming promise of sleep.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
thursday.
that i spent most of yesterday thinking it was thursday, and i got to wake up today and really live through another thursday.
ms. a.m.h. calling me at work.
thinking through what shital said. living to give.
being quiet.
choosing joy.
wearing my spirit. feather.
wearing whistles.
that i was able to get to work safely in this morning's mist.
tea.
tisane.
fresh, full pots of both throughout the day.
talking to my mum on the phone.
farmer cheese and sunflower sprouts for lunch.
that i have food to eat.
that i have 2 jobs.
giggling.
thinking.
sitting outside in this wind.
the trill of my cat children when i come home.
grizzly bear on my ipod.
the smile of the women at the thrift store.
accomplishing stuff at work.
thinking my body strong and well.
that i don't have everything figured out.
being okay with that.
ms. a.m.h. calling me at work.
thinking through what shital said. living to give.
being quiet.
choosing joy.
wearing my spirit. feather.
wearing whistles.
that i was able to get to work safely in this morning's mist.
tea.
tisane.
fresh, full pots of both throughout the day.
talking to my mum on the phone.
farmer cheese and sunflower sprouts for lunch.
that i have food to eat.
that i have 2 jobs.
giggling.
thinking.
sitting outside in this wind.
the trill of my cat children when i come home.
grizzly bear on my ipod.
the smile of the women at the thrift store.
accomplishing stuff at work.
thinking my body strong and well.
that i don't have everything figured out.
being okay with that.
Friday, August 15, 2008
friday.
waking up to a phone call from mum.
listening to NPR's morning edition.
song segments in between stories.
packing everything so perfectly in my backpack.
riding safely and having no mishaps on the way to work.
morning rhythm.
looking for alligators as i cross over that canal.
that i see low tide in the morning and high tide in the afternoon.
missing all of the broken glass on the sidewalk.
krishna laughing in the courtyard this morning.
cindy lou having left a circled article from the paper on my desk for encouragement.
cindy's help with the booklist.
plugging away on what is usually a laboriously slow task.
bev.
a free latte! thanks to my very own resident lifesaver, cindy.
leftovers for lunch at my desk.
taking a nap on the ground in the courtyard at the height of midday.
when cindy said to krishna pointing my way, "i think we have a vagrant in the corner over there."
making short work of wieldy sentences.
that phone conversation in the back alley.
that the truth is always made known.
that we each make our own journey.
a feeling of peace and resolution.
that she said, "you give so much...always."
raymond offering a piece of dark chocolate.
riding home safely.
not being blinded...seriously...by the gnats.
the cars that waited and acknowledged my presence on the road.
cold showers.
pema sitting by me at dusk.
talking to my mum on the phone.
a good cry.
reading into the night.
getting laundry done.
protection.
that only love is real.
listening to NPR's morning edition.
song segments in between stories.
packing everything so perfectly in my backpack.
riding safely and having no mishaps on the way to work.
morning rhythm.
looking for alligators as i cross over that canal.
that i see low tide in the morning and high tide in the afternoon.
missing all of the broken glass on the sidewalk.
krishna laughing in the courtyard this morning.
cindy lou having left a circled article from the paper on my desk for encouragement.
cindy's help with the booklist.
plugging away on what is usually a laboriously slow task.
bev.
a free latte! thanks to my very own resident lifesaver, cindy.
leftovers for lunch at my desk.
taking a nap on the ground in the courtyard at the height of midday.
when cindy said to krishna pointing my way, "i think we have a vagrant in the corner over there."
making short work of wieldy sentences.
that phone conversation in the back alley.
that the truth is always made known.
that we each make our own journey.
a feeling of peace and resolution.
that she said, "you give so much...always."
raymond offering a piece of dark chocolate.
riding home safely.
not being blinded...seriously...by the gnats.
the cars that waited and acknowledged my presence on the road.
cold showers.
pema sitting by me at dusk.
talking to my mum on the phone.
a good cry.
reading into the night.
getting laundry done.
protection.
that only love is real.
thursday.
that i did not oversleep.
that it was such a beautiful, hazy summer morning.
that i was able to think about so much on my ride.
that i could smile and wave hello with tenderness.
incense and prayers.
that i did not get hit under the overpass when my rack snapped partially off my bike and fell on the rear wheel.
that i could call cindy on my cellphone and she didn't even hesitate, but said, "where are you?? okay, i'll be right there!"
cellphones.
such good friends like cindy.
that i could fit my bike in her trunk.
that i still got to work on time to change and make it to my presentation at the nursing home 40 minutes away.
traveling mercies on the highway.
that the ladies, especially marie and verna at the nursing home were so delightful and welcoming to me.
that i really got a sense of how important the dynamic of community as family is by visiting with them.
that we talked about so many different things before my presentation, that when i was thrown a curveball about what the facility would like for me to present at the last minute...all of the things we had talked about was the perfect segue to begin.
that verna said her name growing up was jo-jo because she was so good at volleyball.
that this was a spunky woman in her maybe-late 80s with such a sparkle in her eye.
that when i was finished the ladies didn't want to stop talking with me...and i felt...this is worth everything...this is a job that can make a difference.
that i was welcomed to come visit any time.
that i was able to stop and get cindy-lou a thank you gift.
that i had amazing lunch of grains and beets and kombucha.
that i got a lot done on my newsletter.
that i was able to get a hold of stan at the bike shop and he said, "bring it in, and we'll get you fixed up on the spot!"
that i was able to leave work early to get my bike fixed.
that cindy lou drove me all the way out to the bike shop when she got off of work.
that william helped us get the bike in her car.
that the scariest downpour stopped exactly the minute when we had to load the bike up.
that we could hork some visqueen to protect cindy's trunk.
that when i called the shop to say we were on the way, that guy with the delightful irish accent said, "it's rainin' cats and sheep and dogs and a whole lottta other stuff right now."
that they fixed my rack with lock-tite...and charged me nothing.
that i now have a set of allen wrenches.
that cindy and i stopped for a latte and ended up wandering around pier one getting in trouble.
that she drove me home...because it would've been a loooong ride.
that my mum didn't have to come get me...but that she didn't hesitate when that was a possibility.
that christine came over and shared with me her day.
that miguel and jill invited me over.
that i have good, nice neighbors who are welcoming and offered me such a nice glass of wine.
that i could talk with her on the phone.
that she would care to listen to me breathe when i fell fast asleep.
that it was such a beautiful, hazy summer morning.
that i was able to think about so much on my ride.
that i could smile and wave hello with tenderness.
incense and prayers.
that i did not get hit under the overpass when my rack snapped partially off my bike and fell on the rear wheel.
that i could call cindy on my cellphone and she didn't even hesitate, but said, "where are you?? okay, i'll be right there!"
cellphones.
such good friends like cindy.
that i could fit my bike in her trunk.
that i still got to work on time to change and make it to my presentation at the nursing home 40 minutes away.
traveling mercies on the highway.
that the ladies, especially marie and verna at the nursing home were so delightful and welcoming to me.
that i really got a sense of how important the dynamic of community as family is by visiting with them.
that we talked about so many different things before my presentation, that when i was thrown a curveball about what the facility would like for me to present at the last minute...all of the things we had talked about was the perfect segue to begin.
that verna said her name growing up was jo-jo because she was so good at volleyball.
that this was a spunky woman in her maybe-late 80s with such a sparkle in her eye.
that when i was finished the ladies didn't want to stop talking with me...and i felt...this is worth everything...this is a job that can make a difference.
that i was welcomed to come visit any time.
that i was able to stop and get cindy-lou a thank you gift.
that i had amazing lunch of grains and beets and kombucha.
that i got a lot done on my newsletter.
that i was able to get a hold of stan at the bike shop and he said, "bring it in, and we'll get you fixed up on the spot!"
that i was able to leave work early to get my bike fixed.
that cindy lou drove me all the way out to the bike shop when she got off of work.
that william helped us get the bike in her car.
that the scariest downpour stopped exactly the minute when we had to load the bike up.
that we could hork some visqueen to protect cindy's trunk.
that when i called the shop to say we were on the way, that guy with the delightful irish accent said, "it's rainin' cats and sheep and dogs and a whole lottta other stuff right now."
that they fixed my rack with lock-tite...and charged me nothing.
that i now have a set of allen wrenches.
that cindy and i stopped for a latte and ended up wandering around pier one getting in trouble.
that she drove me home...because it would've been a loooong ride.
that my mum didn't have to come get me...but that she didn't hesitate when that was a possibility.
that christine came over and shared with me her day.
that miguel and jill invited me over.
that i have good, nice neighbors who are welcoming and offered me such a nice glass of wine.
that i could talk with her on the phone.
that she would care to listen to me breathe when i fell fast asleep.
wednesday.
the best tiffin tin lunch: tomato basil mozzarella sandwich; coleslaw with currants.
riding home with leisy.
Seeing janet on her way cycling home.
Missing the lizards that were running under my tires.
That it didn't rain.
Christine's exuberant challenges.
riding home with leisy.
Seeing janet on her way cycling home.
Missing the lizards that were running under my tires.
That it didn't rain.
Christine's exuberant challenges.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
tuesday.
Talking to my mum each morning.
A cup of hot tea.
Sashi's chattiness at breakfast.
Chia seeds in my spirulina, Udo's and oj.
Peanut butter and jelly on wasa for breakfast.
Riding like the wind.
The 2 nice men in hard hats walking up the sidewalk who smiled so sweetly and stepped aside so I could ride past at the notoriously precarious roundabout.
The 2 men without homes who are always rolling cigarettes in the same place under the highway each morning.
The man who I tried not to frighten as I passed who was obviously out of his mind and yelled at me…that I could yell back with equal gusto: "HAVE A BEEEEAUUUTIFUL DAY!!!" as I passed waving my left arm wildly with greeting.
That that lady corrected her steering and did not hit me.
The BIGHUGE man who waited till I was riding by and stuck out his thumb in a frantic Fonz gesture and said, "HEEEEYYYY!!!!!"…that I had the presence of mind to whoop and holler back instead of being frightened.
That I giggled all morning about how well I could converse with those who could generally be considered 'crazy.'
That I arrived to work safely.
Sangeeta and Julia…and that they are the highlights of my morning when I go to get coffee.
That Sangeeta always asks, "How's your health"…in her beautiful Nepali accent.
That I am able to answer, "RRRRRRammro." [please forgive the spelling]
That I plowed away on my work deadline.
That I found some funky Japanese tins at the thrift store.
Chia energy chocolate bars.
That laura refused to let me ride to my night job in the dark.
That it rained early and held off till I could ride home.
That oddly flattened "iced-cream cone" that solidified on the sidewalk outside the yoga studio though it hadn't really melted...that it looked plastic, but it was real.
That i've had the presence of mind not to eat such frightening things my entire adult life.
That I had remembered to pack my sunglasses which shielded my eyes from the thundercloud of gnats that descended with the afternoon low pressure.
That the natural world is full of "sailor signs" like these if we just slow down enough to witness them.
That I didn't swallow or inhale too many gnats.
The workers in the back of the pickup truck who smiled at me genuinely…not leeringly.
The people whose faces betray a thousand stories as they exit so rapidly the train.
Getting a lot accomplished.
Eating more peanut butter and jelly for dinner.
The pink moon.
Christine's buoyant enthusiasm when she came over to borrow some Polish sparkling water in order to perfect her mojitos.
That she invited me for over for mojitos Wednesday evening.
Falling asleep mid-sentence reading.
A cup of hot tea.
Sashi's chattiness at breakfast.
Chia seeds in my spirulina, Udo's and oj.
Peanut butter and jelly on wasa for breakfast.
Riding like the wind.
The 2 nice men in hard hats walking up the sidewalk who smiled so sweetly and stepped aside so I could ride past at the notoriously precarious roundabout.
The 2 men without homes who are always rolling cigarettes in the same place under the highway each morning.
The man who I tried not to frighten as I passed who was obviously out of his mind and yelled at me…that I could yell back with equal gusto: "HAVE A BEEEEAUUUTIFUL DAY!!!" as I passed waving my left arm wildly with greeting.
That that lady corrected her steering and did not hit me.
The BIGHUGE man who waited till I was riding by and stuck out his thumb in a frantic Fonz gesture and said, "HEEEEYYYY!!!!!"…that I had the presence of mind to whoop and holler back instead of being frightened.
That I giggled all morning about how well I could converse with those who could generally be considered 'crazy.'
That I arrived to work safely.
Sangeeta and Julia…and that they are the highlights of my morning when I go to get coffee.
That Sangeeta always asks, "How's your health"…in her beautiful Nepali accent.
That I am able to answer, "RRRRRRammro." [please forgive the spelling]
That I plowed away on my work deadline.
That I found some funky Japanese tins at the thrift store.
Chia energy chocolate bars.
That laura refused to let me ride to my night job in the dark.
That it rained early and held off till I could ride home.
That oddly flattened "iced-cream cone" that solidified on the sidewalk outside the yoga studio though it hadn't really melted...that it looked plastic, but it was real.
That i've had the presence of mind not to eat such frightening things my entire adult life.
That I had remembered to pack my sunglasses which shielded my eyes from the thundercloud of gnats that descended with the afternoon low pressure.
That the natural world is full of "sailor signs" like these if we just slow down enough to witness them.
That I didn't swallow or inhale too many gnats.
The workers in the back of the pickup truck who smiled at me genuinely…not leeringly.
The people whose faces betray a thousand stories as they exit so rapidly the train.
Getting a lot accomplished.
Eating more peanut butter and jelly for dinner.
The pink moon.
Christine's buoyant enthusiasm when she came over to borrow some Polish sparkling water in order to perfect her mojitos.
That she invited me for over for mojitos Wednesday evening.
Falling asleep mid-sentence reading.
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