Showing posts from March, 2010

Blog Your Blessings: More Turtle Times

Last Saturday, I woke up to a beautiful day that landed an important question on my pillow: What to do with the day? I wasted a good few hours feeling like I had to be busy doing something to make the most of the day. Oh, but what to do....
I asked my daughter. What do you want to do?
I'll go for a walk with you.
Here? Somewhere else? Should we make it an adventure?
OK. Not what I want, but OK.
We walked.
At the bottom of the hill, we hooked a hard left and kept on and came across, oh, about a dozen or so turtles out in the swamp doing their turtle thing. Turtle thing: each little hard-shelled dude was on his own little grass tuft in the swamp taking in the sun. They were so still, so quiet, so unbelievably strong, peaceful, eternal.
They have been here forever, Adella, because they know what to do with Saturday.
They're funny, mom.

That, too. Yes.
She slipped her hand in mine, and we made our way into the woods, up the hill, and all over the place. That was our day.
So funny. I …

Wordless Wednesday: 'In Memory of the Men of....

...Connecticut who suffered in southern military prisons, 1861-1866." This monument stands on the grounds of the Connecticut state capitol building. (This man sure does look like a child to me. Such are the effects of war.)

Wordless Wednesday

My World Tuesday: Hanging out in Waterbury


Today's Flowers: Magic Garden? Munchkin Land?

This installation was on display at the Hartford Public Library when I was there a few weekends back. When I saw it, I thought immediately of Munchkin Land. And stopped there for a long while to enjoy the good fun of this artificial garden.
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One Single Impression: Avatar

A dream come to life The breath and pulse The living heat of my
Wildest imagination
You are real
You are not
Avatar I close in on you Bracket you with my embrace Though I am dreaming Flatten you with my love Though I am dreaming Give you everything I want to give away
And by the way Aren't I wonderful
Won't you say it Say
I am wonderful for giving away All that I want to give away
The muck, the detritus of my soul Becomes the earth
From which
I shape
My soul mate.
Avatar Great hole in the ground Into which I empty myself
Avatar. Cistern. From you I draw the muck From which I form myself.
I love you, Avatar.
Love me back. I am your god.

This poem is a response to the prompt avatar at One Single Impression. It has nothing to do with the movie. Lately I've been thinking of how we make others over according to our own needs and according to the dictates of our egos in an attempt to satisfy what we think is a need for another. So often that need is a desire for self. That is, we seek in others what we long …

Skywatch Friday: How 'bout Getting Along?

I caught the Civil War monument in Hartford's Bushnell Park from the point of view of one of the Indians on the Corning fountain in the same park. I thought, "He's thinking, 'These people can't even get along with each other.'" Hartford sent 400 men to the Civil War battlefields; 40 died defending the Union. I have an opinion about that situation. I sum it up this way: It is good and right that the Union prevailed. It is good and right that we keep our word. (Ever read any of the slave narratives? Have a look here and see what you think of "northern aggression.")
About the arch: The arch was dedicated on September 17, 1886 – the anniversary of the Battle of Antietam – to honor the 4,000 Hartford citizens who served in the Civil War, and the 400 who died for the Union. It is the first permanent triumphal arch, as well as the first permanent war memorial, constructed in the U.S. The memorial features terra cotta friezes – on the north side, New Yor…

Wordless Wednesday: Fearless, Feathered Flirt


My World Tuesday: Down on Main Street


For Skywatch Friday, I posted an image of the Center Church in Hartford, Connecticut, as it appears in the glass of the bronze windows of the People's Bank tower on Main Street in the Nutmeg State's capitol. The effect of this building on light is magical. The first shot above shows that light cast onto the side of the Wadsworth Atheneum, which is another marvelous place. The museum has the right amount of everything wonderful, including the epic works of John Trumbull.
Down the road a few paces is a municipal building, the front of which is graced with a weird, eclectic work of art made of many bits and pieces of machinery. The plow blades made me think of human hips, and the rust--well, it reminded me to take my fish oil pills.
A few more paces down the road is the Hartford Public Library. I love this building. It's gorgeous and full of everything good. The Sunday I stopped in, a young man named Tiano was performing a piano recital to a rapt audience. The place was a …

Today's Flowers: My Daughter's Rose

I bought my daughter some roses after her weekend in Hartford, where her choir and three others sang Evensong on March 7.
Today's Flowers

One Single Impression: Aura


Before the snow softens
I feel the ache of the earth
As it arches its back and
Opensitself wide To take in the snowOnce it yields to the sun
To become the drink of a new day.

Before the snow softens
I smell daffodils
And dream my way deep inside
A golden cup that empties
Sunlight down the green vein
Of its stem into the earth.There I am inside that bulb
That has survived so many hungry squirrels
And so many hard, rainy days
That every year makes spring

This bulb was once
At the top of the hill
But is now at the bottom,

So near the water
So near its own reflection

All that refracted sunshine.
I want it.

But I am dreaming.

Claim me, earth,
As I claim you
In my lonely, silent heart.

I want to be that flower.

One Single Impression

Skywatch Friday: The Center Church, Hartford, Connecticut


Wordless Wednesday: Someone Else's Night Before


My World Tuesday: Bushnell Park, Hartford, Connecticut

This is the Cornell Fountain in Bushnell Park, Hartford, Connecticut. Here's what theBushnell Park Foundation has to say about this work of art: Erected in 1899 and presented by John Corning (Corning Glass Works of New York) as a tribute to his father, a Hartford businessman who operated a grist mill on the site. Designed by James Massey Rhind of New York, the sculpture uses a Native American theme, rather than a classical one, which would have been more typical of the period. The monument is made of marble and stone, 30 feet tall, with the figure of a stag (or "Hart" for Hartford) surrounded by Saukiog Indians, the city's first inhabitants.
My World Tuesday

Today's Flowers: The Girls are Back in Town

These daffs were labeled as imports from the United Kingdom when I bought them from the wholesaler in Waterbury. I guess these flowers that are among the first to brave the change in season from winter to spring can stand a little trip from the UK to the US. They even took it pretty well when the cashier plunked a dozen eggs on top of them. These are my favorite flowers; I'm glad their tough as well as lovely.
Today's Flowers

One Single Impression: Murmur

One murmur And the pond
A sigh of relief
That heaves the ice And breaks it Into more than enough pieces
For me, The unbelieving fishermen Set adrift by this miracle, And the half dozen geese
Standing at the edge Hungry and ready to receive
One murmur And there is enough Grace to go around.
A cool breeze Snuffs the light Murmurs Sleep tight Murmurs
Spring To a



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Skywatch Friday: "Qui Transtulit Sustinet"

Connecticut's motto: "He who translated still sustains." It's true.

E Pluribus Unum: Also true.
Skywatch Friday

Blog Your Blessings: The Friendly 'Hood

Saturday afternoon, I saw four cops talking with a young man in a hoodie and baggie jeans as I was making my way across Bushnell Park in Hartford, Connecticut. After a few minutes, the cop on the bike cycled off and the young man was let go. He smiled and nodded to the cops and continued his walk as he put a liter bottle of cola into the cargo pocket on his tan jeans. "Where'd he go?" one cop asked the other as they looked around for the bicycling cop, who was well and away. Nothing to do for the other three but...go somewhere else.
Before I knew it, I was in step with the young man and about 10 paces behind him--not quick enough to overtake him without power walking but close enough to wish I weren't quite so close. He turned around. "I'm not following you, but I do seem to be going your way," I said and smiled.
"I wasn't worried about you. I was just looking behind me. I am more worried about the police who stop me for nothing."
He wore a h…

Wordless Wednesday: Finding the Way


My World Tuesday: Hartford, Connecticut

Connecticut's capitol building in Hartford is an amazing work of High Victorian Gothic architecture that hearkens back to a time Hartford was a very wealthy city--and a time when creating beautiful buildings to stand the varied tests of time was important. Hartford is a city of architectural beauty as well as of fast-and-easy cement boxes and glass towers (whose greatest purpose is to reflect and refract the beauty around them.)
My World Tuesday

Today's Flowers: Amaryllis

This amazing flower was a Christmas gift from my nephew to my dad. I didn't see this tropical marvel grow, but I had the pleasure of enjoying its blossoms when my daughter and I stopped by on Friday. There's a universe of secret places in each blossom.
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One Single Impression: Hesitation

I will not go Head first Into the green water The muck and leaves, the cloying vines Of the darkness down there The sand and silt, the unforgiving stone, The uneven, unpredictable edges Of the darkness down there
Though, lord knows, I have tried.
Tried and failed.
I hesitate every time.
And then I jump awkwardly: My hands joined over my head My eyes wide open facing the horizon My back caught In a stiff, reluctant curve.
My feet go first.
I am confident
My legs will accomplish What my head never will
In the same way
I jump into
Your vocabulary
Of love
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Skywatch Friday: A Blur Sometimes

I shot this photo of a nightgown hanging on a clothesline inside a little building at Lyman Orchards a few weeks ago as my nephews reminded me I was slowing down the walk to the car (where their snowy, cold feet would find relief). I took this shot at a few exposures and liked this one best because I like the juxtaposition of indoors and out in the glass. Though I took the picture because I liked the domestic image stuck in time, I find my eyes traveling to the blue beyond when I look at it.
Skywatch Friday

Wordless Wednesday: Backlighting Courtesy of Old Man Winter


My World Tuesday: Winter: Learn to Love it and Smile