Tuesday, May 15, 2007
a day in pictures...
Sophie Joy Anderson modeling two of my creations...
:: “A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.” –Carl Sandburg
Sunday, May 13, 2007
queen of may...
Twenty-eight years ago, when I was four and she was the age I am now, my mother got into a little single engine airplane with her two little girls and followed my dad into the Alaska bush to start a new life. A life without phones, or running hot water, or grocery stores... A life with tundra, and bears, and a world of unknowns...
When I remember my childhood, my mother is always there, like the center of our solar system. Making an army quonset hut into a home... Turning a handful of kids into a Sunday School... Defying gale force winds to plant a garden...
Years have come and gone from that place and so has she... but today when I called her, it seemed fitting that she was back in that same little village, still faithfully at my dad's side, still making things beautiful wherever she is.
No matter where I am, home will always be where my mother is.
I love you mom.
:: “Home is where my mother is...”
When I remember my childhood, my mother is always there, like the center of our solar system. Making an army quonset hut into a home... Turning a handful of kids into a Sunday School... Defying gale force winds to plant a garden...
Years have come and gone from that place and so has she... but today when I called her, it seemed fitting that she was back in that same little village, still faithfully at my dad's side, still making things beautiful wherever she is.
No matter where I am, home will always be where my mother is.
I love you mom.
:: “Home is where my mother is...”
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
state of pause...
Okay... even my sister has commented on my blog silence, so I guess it's time I write something, lest all those watching this space start worrying about me.
The silence is not for lack of time, or lack of things in my head. Maybe it's a lack of news. Or the feeling that as soon as I put something into writing it changes. That's probably the same reason it's taken me six weeks to write a life email update that is still unfinished. It'll come eventually. The short version is that my two month island housesitting gig has extended into a few more... and it's working out fine. Better than fine really.
I'm actually okay with this state of pause for the moment. I'm okay with living life a week or a month at a time. It's a freeing and refreshing feeling... But behind it there's also a distinct feeling that at some point I will have to release the pause button and resume...
Until then I'll just be happy with the present.
:: “It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end.” – Ursula K. LeGuin
The silence is not for lack of time, or lack of things in my head. Maybe it's a lack of news. Or the feeling that as soon as I put something into writing it changes. That's probably the same reason it's taken me six weeks to write a life email update that is still unfinished. It'll come eventually. The short version is that my two month island housesitting gig has extended into a few more... and it's working out fine. Better than fine really.
I'm actually okay with this state of pause for the moment. I'm okay with living life a week or a month at a time. It's a freeing and refreshing feeling... But behind it there's also a distinct feeling that at some point I will have to release the pause button and resume...
Until then I'll just be happy with the present.
:: “It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end.” – Ursula K. LeGuin