"And you would be...?" Good morning, dearests. Would you like to hear the eulogy at your own funeral? I think I just did. I had a rare human experience. Think back to attending the funeral of someone you loved and admired, and sitting there awash in pain and love and laughter as person after person stood up to share a story, express love, talk about how she or he helped them in ways large and small to grow and heal and build things and moments that felt important? And at some point, do you remember a small hope that when it comes your time to die,
Love is going out to kill a turkey in 20-degree weather so that your wife can tend other things. And love is still liking the man who is grinning and handing you a large turkey to pluck in 20-degree weather, and it is the rueful smile in return. Then it is catching each other's eyes over the table, biting into turkey but also into the body memory of cold fingers touching, the grin, the rueful smile, the puppies wrestling over feathers, the bucket steaming from the boiling water, blood in snow, the times a turkey attacked our daughter and another chased the
luminations noun, plural. 1. Gleams, glimmers, perspectives, clarity. See also, dawn, morning, simplicity, resilience, love, home. 2. A series of short videos by Lorca Smetana... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmzm9jnxmNQ Are you going to be a resilient and creative parent in the coming year? Well, yeah! Amazing Parents -- Awesome Kids Online Resilience Course
We are all together on this ship and some of us will die sooner. Some young. I will grieve again, and comfort. It may be me. Those of us who are lucky will know ahead of time and not be incapacitated by pain and exhaustion and messes we have not cleaned up. If we are luckier this heightened awareness that is the gift of death may be seized by us periodically and good and great things and moments will be brought into the world as a result. What do I want to have been in my life with my mothers?
What does it say when you modify a LEGO house kit to include a rooftop loft complete with perches, breeding boxes, landing boards, scrub brushes and brooms, feed supplements, roof air vents, wind sock, water spigots, southern light exposure and a pigeon return viewing area with husband, flowers, lights, grill and chilled mugs? My son thinks I'm a hero. You could do worse than to build this loft. For real. Can I start a challenge? Lofts anyone?
Qadaffi, Wisconsin politics, Lady Gaga, oil and New Zealand -- all becoming protective coverings for this year's tiny babies in their nest bowls. Temperatures are in the single digits and minuses, but the breeding birds are already nestling tiny ones under their breasts. We wrap each bowl in several sheets of paper, then add a handful of pine needles into each nest as it goes into the nest box. Twelve birds already paired up. And then out for a ski!