Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Light for the New Year

"You may not think the world needs you, but it does. For you are unique, like no one that has ever been before or will come after. No one can speak your voice, say your piece, smile your smile or shine your light. No one can take your place for it is yours alone to fill. If you are not there to shine your light who knows how many travelers will lose their way as they try to pass by your empty place in the darkness."

Inspired by an old poem

(I first read this at Kripalu in 1991)

Happy New Year
to my loved ones
especially to you, Joe, my amazing husband
and to Zack and Adam, my spirited boys
....and to those who
have landed here on my blog intentionally,
while searching,
through serendipity

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Another great dog poem

I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be.

Today I sniffed
Many dog butts — I celebrate
By kissing your face.

I sound the alarm!
Paperboy — come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!
Garbage man — come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush. Hello, Spot —
Sniff this and weep.

I Hate my choke chain —
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot — no greater bliss — well,
Maybe catching cats.

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much I do.


Puppy Poem.. Author Unknown

Dog Poetry

The Life of a Puppy

This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."

Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."

The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.

Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV, and said,"Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, 'My darling goodnight'.


Thursday, December 11, 2008

Monday, December 8, 2008

Chickens and Stars

How Cool! Chicken prints in their first snow! The girls seem fine. They are scratching and ranging as usual. I did notice them hanging out up on our front fence which is something they do not normally do. Maybe their feet are cold. Was 24 degrees today. We got five eggs!

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Finally! The pond had beautiful star patterns today. I hope they show up in the photo. I wonder what they are!
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Friday, December 5, 2008

Once a Year

Each year our local Chamber of Commerce holds a Christmas Festival. They close down our road for three wonderful hours and have wagon rides past our house. The wagon is pulled, not by a tractor, but by a team of tawny draft horses. This is a treat for us as the traffic normally speeds past our home, and our house is set very close to the street.

Ever since we first moved into our Killingworth home almost ten years ago I have been petrified by the traffic on our 25mph road. My worries have been for my two young sons, dogs and cats, and anyone trying to back out of our driveway. Also anyone trying to pull front ways from our driveway. We’ve had more near misses than I can count. I remember my husband losing his temper one day as we tried to take our older son, then about two, for walk in his stroller. Most drivers were doing 45mph and up. Over and over we had to jump up into the poison ivy to avoid being run down. Joe would put out a hand and make a slow down gesture for each car. It made no difference. Some of the drivers never saw us at all. Finally, he scared me silly and embarrassed me more by walking out into the road in front of an oncoming speeder waving his arms like a crazy man and yelling at the top of his lungs “SLOW DOWN.” The woman, who was driving a blue minivan, almost came to a stop, and yelled something nasty, or made a rude gesture at him, I can’t remember which. Actually she may have called him an idiot. Anyway, I never walked on our country road with the stroller again. Or with my husband either. Now the only time I go near the road is in the spring when I pick up trash people have hurled from their windows. I got a bottle of pee one time. We even moved our mailbox to our side of the street so I never have to cross. Never mind letting our kids ride on the road. It’ll never happen.

OK, I’ll admit to almost anyone except my husband that I am a bit extreme and somewhat of a throwback. Possible even a tad idealistic. Misplaced in time. I would, in many ways, be more comfortable living in Sturbridge times. I do not fit in to Connecticut’s suburban culture. I am turned off by crowds, overstimulation, malls, and obnoxious rude people who drive past my house as if human beings do not matter. I like the idea of bread rising and keeping the home fires burning. Noticing the small things and living as if they matter. Keeping poisons off my lawn. Gathering eggs. While I’m certain that in 1830 there were rude, obnoxious folks who lived as if other people did not matter, they could not go about that sort of life almost anonymously. I would not want to go back to that time and give up antibiotics and hot running water . Or my laptop. But back then they had something I have discovered I really need: Life on a human scale and slowed way down.

So the night of the wagon rides is a huge deal for me. Those three hours are delicious. No engines, no speeders, no trash being thrown, no headlights. Only a slight possibility of being run over. No noise of acceleration as cars gather speed past our home. Nobody in a hurry. Just cold night air, jingle bells and the delicious sound of the draft pair clip clopping up and down the road. For a few sweet hours I am exactly where I am meant to be.


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