Poetry

The Road to Poetry

The Road to Poetry

I already knew from my own experience that memorizing poetry was doing a work on my interior spaces, but I haven’t tried especially hard to put language around what that work is. I have felt it and known its power, and I have returned time and again to seek out beautiful poetry, to commit the lines to memory, and to give them safekeeping in my heart.

No Bad Weather?

No Bad Weather?

There’s also a saying (song) that goes: Summertime, and the living is easy…

I don’t agree with the Nordic idea about no weather being bad, but I do know wearing the right clothes makes dealing with the bad weather easier. After three rainy Fridays in a row, followed by a rainy Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and possibly Thursday this week, I am reminded again of how little I can control.

One Fine Place

One Fine Place

Of all things, I had a conversation this morning about Adirondack chairs with the cashier at Aldi. Her name is Stephanie and she thinks the chairs aren't the right style for her yard. I think they will be perfect for sitting down by the lake and, being plastic, they will be easy to move when the lawn guys come. The chairs will only last a few years because the sun will fry them and then they will crack. But for now, they are just right.

The Color of Joy

The Color of Joy

This past Sunday, I drove to Anderson with Sailor in tow to attend the visitation for my Great-Uncle Kirk. Born on September 15, 1930, he and Bauer became birthday buddies when Bauer was born on the same date in 2005. Since my mom couldn’t make the visitation, I was thankful I could go on behalf of our family. I have kept in touch by letters over the years with Kirk's wife, my Great-Aunt Bobbie, so it was good to see her in person.