Here is an insider's peak at our squash and corn bed (Bodhi planted a bunch of my popping corn from the farmers market, eager to be a gardener too and shockingly they are coming up).
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
I can't really express the delight I feel when I spot these treasures in nature. Whenever I try, I babble insensibly. Without the grace of a poet, I stumble amidst the impossibility of words. Syllables loll around in my mouth, dry and unworthy- profane. Such awe is indescribable and the only word nearing its evocation is gratitude. I gasp. I ooooooh and aaaaaah. I stand with the reverence of a devotee, astounded and for a moment, brief thought it may be, the seer and seen merge and life simply is. Then I snap a picture. It really doesn't last long...sometimes only a fraction of a second, but I return again and again like a lover hungry and eager for more.
Here is a taste:
Note: All photos taken on a hike at Meyers Ranch...if you live nearby...GO...it is a lovely four mile trek off S. Turkey Creek Road.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
These are photos of the same blossom taken from two different directions on a recent hike in the mountains above Golden. A simple reminder of how much a shift in perspective affects how we see what we see.I love these little treasures glimpsed on hikes or forays into that heaven on earth...NATURE. I am always inspired by the details. Details are my doorway into beauty. Often, when I am confronted with the awesome splendor of life begetting life, I feel a sort of surreal detachment, an inability to commune. And then I find a detail: a flower, a leaf, an eye popping color, a flash of feather or fur, a bird call, something small and immediate, something accessible. Then the doorway opens and I tumble through the rabbit hole of beauty gasping in the face of one breathtaking moment after another.
Breathless with gratitude.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
My boy broke his left arm this weekend, while being drug across pavement behind our dog, on his face. Now how's that for a shitty day? I love this child with an abandon that keeps stretching my heart to new bounds. I love him for so many reasons, selfless and selfish. One of them is that Bodhi teaches me to love myself...to dive into life without making apologies. Bodhi is not ashamed of his all-boy attitude. He gladly dons a pink tutu in public, wears black nail polish and makes a gun out of anything remotely resembling a weapon. His favorite color is pink. He loves watermelon, candy and meat. He doesn't "get" why so many people are wearing clothes when it is obviously too hot. He pees wherever he is and doesn't really comprehend the social propriety of toilets and hiding. He talks in unnatural octaves about whatever is on his mind and experiences life fiercely. He says "Hello" to everyone. If you are old he says "You are old. I like your hair." If you are being an asshole he says, loud enough to carry, "Mama, why does that persons face look like that?". I love him because he puts my social-pleasing-nice-seeming-do things right- and- make people like me-bullshit right in my face. He makes me look at it, get uncomfortable and GROW! He is among my greatest teachers.
This week we started back to school (summer camp) and Bodhi is having fun but doesn't really want to be there. He is in pain and he is pissed as hell to see some other little usurper sitting on his mothers lap. I get it now. I understand him better than I ever have before and my heart hurts... in that way that only a mothers can... in true and utter compassion, empathy and GUILT.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I ran across this grateful dead song and I fell in love with the lyrics. I must confess that I am not a grateful dead follower, their music drones a bit for me (sacrilege in some circles) and I can honestly say that I have never really listened to the LYRICS of many songs. When I read these I felt moved. Cliche'? Maybe but true none the less.
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there were no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
We spent fourth of july weekend camping in an old miners cabin above Nederland, complete with outhouse and gas lamps. It was positively DREAMY!
Shane enjoyed miles of mountain biking, Mojo and I enjoyed miles of hiking and Bodhi enjoyed hours with Baba. A good time was had by all. Here are a few photo ops:
It's official... Bodhi turned three and a half... I realize most adults scoff at half birthdays but when your birthday is on December 26th you kind of lose your gusto amidst the hubbub. So we celebrate small and with style on the half (okay that was over a week ago).
Anyway, for his supper he chose popcorn, a green smoothie (with a little mama coaching) and homemade chocolate dipped macaroons (he picked these but didn't like the coconut however mama chowed at least 3 of them before the night was out).
For a gift Bodhi got his brothers old skate board and a new helmet with knee pads, elbow pads and wrist guards. We wasted no time and went immediately to the skate park.
Later in the week we rode our bikes to a more traditional park where Bodhi played and found a lovely pile of dirt to explore...and then in an effort to clean off we climbed into a public fountain up the road...and when all was said and done I managed to Tom Sawyer him into washing my car....