Such beauty exists
in the midst of mist
and broken open ness ..
Echoes of many, but said by a former politician it is refreshing. Nova Scotian or not, if you are unhappy about provincial GOVERNMENT or baffled by it, a r-e-a-d of this book is a good idea for a rainy afternoon. Ignoring the never talk religion or politics rule today. (Okay, when have I kept that rule?) Here's a Book review of sorts.
I refused a interview at Chatelaine, there was too much I was being asked I did not want to share. Discretion was still a good idea unless a woman wanted to be labelled as "Ex-battered ... or welfare mother or angry feminist." So I was always careful to say that book of poetry was not me, it may be parts of my experience and women I've met and known. I am all the women in this book and none of them. And Yes, I've been to the Moon and back.
What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?
The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God
And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move
That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
A non-fiction book for adults called Jump Over Yourself!—lessons I keep on learning—is getting there. But I'll never be done learning or get there (where is there) 'til I'm done. And I hope to be jumping/flying at 104 like the oldest woman ever to tandem paraglide.
My sons' teenage years and manhood taught me more about myself than I probably ever wanted to know. They are 33 and 39 now. These men still occupy most of the depth of the chambers of my whole cracked open heart. I am still learning to be the mother of men. They are still my greatest teachers. And now, I am experencing Oma-hood. Again, in such an unconventional way, I want to change that tired phrase, "It's complicated", to "It's simple—my only job is to love. No matter what."
So we have hens, the sheep summered here (now back to their friend's the big barn) and we were getting ready—well it started out at least—for a horse and a donkey. I took lessons and had great teachers, but not enough time on the back of a horse for this slow learner. I wasn't ready at all for that particular horse, not enough time in that saddle and he was BIG (But so sweet). I think I secretly just hoped I would learn once he was here. So we adjusted, slowed down on plans, but then—donkeys! We could still have donkeys! Build a loafing shed! Well, turns out we are still not ready—enough.
Those who attended the open house held by the River John Support Our School committee on September 24th know the summer was busy. From painting buildings, circulating petitions, talking with media to the weekly meetings we held to clarify our strategy for our way forward—it was hardly a vacation. The months that follow will be even busier.
Sometimes, I'm for sale. Parents buy me. Or librarians. Or other purple peoples. Then, we have a parties. Usually, there are children. A lot of them. The DDFM—deeply-dimpled Frenchman—is a VERY patient man.