Friday, December 26, 2003

Kids know why dad's angry As Amy and I listened to the word songs of solstice poetry read at the Old Ship Church in Hingham earlier in the week, Joseph and Marjorie, 13 and 11,  trekked the village shops, exploring shelves for suitable stocking stuffers. Yesterday morning, I received their selection - Bushwhacked: Life in George W. Bush's America. Wow! Man! I've got kids who are paying attention! Wish they could vote... 2:08:24 PM  permalink

Sunrise, Amy, and babies to be born Yesterday the channel was a play of light. The sun, wind, and clouds built a set, cast characters on the sea. So this morning, I watched the sun rise. Above, clouds quilt a dark blue and grey blanket. Below, fire spills a mimosa on the table. I am humble, again. A rising sun is color, beauty irreducible. Off the rocks, down the walk, back to 'the bridge'. (Ok, it's really just a porch. It's winter. My boats are in the yard. Bah! Humbug!) Up the stairs, down the hall, back to the bedroom. Amy sleeps. I watch her breathing, beauty irreducible. On Christmas eve, I lit a candle for Kevin. Sent him thanks in an email. He responded, likewise. But this morning, I think about babies to be born. And life and being, beauty irreducible. 8:00:02 AM  permalink