each small thing:::::: a hopefulness/ summer beauties

story of hope. there exists perhaps a hopefulness. this summer has been beautiful and cool. also difficult/financially thus emotionally strained in places (the two strains always seem to go together). there are the masks of myself--I pull at them: light, home, wife, friend, mother, daughter, writer, child, grammar teacher, writing teacher, poet-of-the-community, adult, woman, artist, lover, swimmer, walker. i think--as there is a parliament of owls, so should there be a hopefulness of hands, for the humans. I wrote this quote from Mirabai on the cover of my summer journal: "Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening." i trust something will come through--i trust something--what I mean is I've been learning new forms of trust--

also--from thich nhat hahn: "You walk and you free yourself." to go on a long walk almost every day--that's been one of the very good stories of this summer--

also . .to write a children's book. book of poems. I have my hands. I do have my hands. Space continues. The doors are mysterious. Sun in the sky. Is mysterious. That we are all held here--is mysterious.

Ann Hamilton: "Make a list of all the materials in the world. . ." and the idea is, to consider that list the thing you are making. Being a maker, a maker. . .

What can I change--by my mind, my hope, my love, my making. You will know me by my mind, which has ideas about the sun and water's face, and by my hope, which enthusiastically lifts its hands and eyes to you.

"The past and the future are creations of our consciousness."--Thich Nhat Hahn.

I will have money and I will not have money; I will make a list of materials; I will have love of minutes; the sun will be in my face; water will move under the surface; I will write about faces with complete honesty; I will free myself; I will write a play made entirely of faces.

:::::::he has learned to tie his shoes

wizard ninja::::::::::::::

::::::front of our house---

summer camp at the playhouse::::::::::::::::

full moon supermoon july gray's lake

:::::;in which we go to the park, gray's lake, to draw and go on a scooter-walk

::::::the best place for climbing! play/climbing structure built into trees

:::::::::the little pocket under the tree that overhangs the water. most magical summer spot so far.

:::::::::;little free library

::::he does this now: makes hideaways, forts, goes there to leaf through books:::::::

:::::witmer park with pond, which is a hop and a skip behind our house. and old Q-dog could still make it down the hill despite severe arthritic hips (but, as of this writing, can't anymore. . .)::::::; (she is 14 years old, 98 in dog years:::::::)::::::::::(

Zeus is the name of this tree he climbs in Witmer Park:::::::::::::::::::::::

::::::::::::::::;; he must climb it every time he passes.:::

queen anne's lace/ wild carrots--always remind me of the walks i took when i was in labor--:::::

::::::i write here when I can, Witmer Park. for the love of the picnic table and the pond view:::::::::

The Invisible World. Also. A Play of Faces.

"None of us can truly know what we mean to other people, and none of us can know what our future self will experience. History and philosophy ask us to remember these mysteries, to look around at. . . the surprises life brings--the endless possibilities that living offers--and to persevere. . .Bear witness to the night side of being human and the bravery it entails, and wait for the sun."-- Jennifer Michael Hecht