Happy Birthday, Meri. I hope you have lots of happiness on your special day. I adore September. It's a great month for birthdays, including mine and my husband's. :)
I love your photograph Meri. Your elephant's wrinkles are sweet and he looks entirely huggable. Happy Birthday dear. Here is a poem from Mary Oliver whose birthday is just 3 days up the road from yours on Sept. 10. I think it is a good one for your birthday because you give us so many beautiful images full of light:
THE PONDS
Every year the lilies are so perfect I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding the black, mid-summer ponds. Nobody could count all of them -
the muskrats swimming among the pads and the grasses can reach out their muscular arms and touch
only so many, they are that rife and wild. But what in this world is perfect?
I bend closer and see how this one is clearly lopsided - and that one wears an orange blight - and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away - and that one is a slumped purse full of its own unstoppable decay.
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled - to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing - that the light is everything - that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do. from House of Light, Beacon Press, 1990
You make me laugh. Here I am all bothered by my coming age and you are just laughing and making us laugh. I love that about you. I just love you, my friend. Happy, happy birthday to you. May you have a lovely, lovely year.
Wrinkles? did you say "wrinkles"? oh love, wrinkles are beautiful, particularly those who come from smiles.
Happy B-day, today is the first day I can more or less type with my left hand. I am thinking of you and hoping you day was wonderful and filled with laughter and promises for a wonderful, fulfilling and healthy year. Much love and many happy returns of the day.
oh meri.... see what happens when life takes us away from our blogging family?? one week in the throws of an unexpected visit from a dear friend and you have celebrated a birthday!!!! wishing you an abundance of pure happiness, radiant JoY! love.love and more love.
It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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PS - some of those "expensive" creams are only that - expensive and do nothing for your skin! xoxo
Love the photo of the elephant.
Thanks for stopping by my page - I often visit yours but apologize for not always, unfortunately, having time to leave a comment.
Have a good week,
Nora & Lola:)
PS So sorry to read about your bereavement.
THE PONDS
Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them -
the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch
only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?
I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided -
and that one wears an orange blight -
and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away -
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled -
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing -
that the light is everything - that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
from House of Light, Beacon Press, 1990
hope this year (and all the years to come)overflow with adventures and joy!!
been away from the bloggyhood for a while, and missed out on what has been happening.... off to try and catch up.
xoxo Kim
xxx.
may all your days be sweet and joyfilled...
Happy days
Happy B-day, today is the first day I can more or less type with my left hand. I am thinking of you and hoping you day was wonderful and filled with laughter and promises for a wonderful, fulfilling and healthy year. Much love and many happy returns of the day.
Belated Birthday wishes for the very richest and most rewarding of years to come! xx
see what happens when life takes us away from our blogging family?? one week in the throws of an unexpected visit from a dear friend and you have celebrated a birthday!!!!
wishing you an abundance of pure happiness, radiant JoY! love.love and more love.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo,
rebecca