new life,
in my belly.
i feel beautiful,
alive.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I Fluctuate.
Stephen Crane~
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
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I came across your guest posts a few days before you told us they were there.
I happened upon them and felt so strange.
I was clicking around the sides of one of Tracey's blogs and just came right up on a celebration photo...I didn't look closely at first...but I liked the title "Who's Winning?" so I continued to read without knowing the author...When I was finished, I thought, "niiicccce" ...and then I saw the author was YOU!!!
For a second, I was stumped.
Then I went back I looked at the photo more closely and saw it was a Red Sox game
and then you're sweet face right in the center....
Then I was kinda sad.
I wondered why you wouldn't have told that you were blogging in this way.
It was such a good piece of lovin' out there in cyber world ...
Then I scrolled down and found more!!
I read and read and reread and thought how much I love reading your stories.
I thought you must have forgotten that to mention these truly wonderful successes in your world.
And I didn't care.
I was just happy to be reading ... your stories.
THEY WERE AWESOME ...AND SOULFUL and spicy. and yeah...so thanks for telling ...cause i was begin to feel a little voyeur-ish.
I'm ready for spring.
I'm patient in my wait.
I'm not so good with the gray these days
I'm not busy and I don't mind.
Though sometimes I feel I'm wasting the gift of time
But its not true.
and my bones know it.
so all is well here
France is French in all its beauty and raw culture.
and from here, I love you.
Please tell more of your wedding celebration plans and stories of big love.
I like to hear of wedding bells and growing bellies.
Max's day care photos are tres minon. VERY CUTE.
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Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I found it, our commune
www.ourbigoldhouse.com
Hello Loves,
been missing you both very much. Things have been up and down and all around over here, always coming back full circle though.
The best news is that I love Kerry so much and what a blessing that is to feel and know and have. We spent Sunday afternoon with the two of you. Well, sort of, we walked to the museum and then found a sweet little French cafe and I was transported back. I immdeiately started speaking French to the waitress who is from the Alps region but who's grandmother is from Rouen and has spent much time there.
I started talking about cafes, the 55 or is it the 88?
I had quiche and salad and Kerry had a baguette and the best vegetable soup he'd eveer eaten. Then he had a cappuciono and we sat and listened to French music and started planning our marriage celebration.
It was so lovely. We sat at a table of four and I imagined the two of you across the table from me, reminding me to enjoy the process and relish in the love and excitement that this man wants to share his life with ME!!!!
I have to post more later...back to work.
love
myriam
Hello Loves,
been missing you both very much. Things have been up and down and all around over here, always coming back full circle though.
The best news is that I love Kerry so much and what a blessing that is to feel and know and have. We spent Sunday afternoon with the two of you. Well, sort of, we walked to the museum and then found a sweet little French cafe and I was transported back. I immdeiately started speaking French to the waitress who is from the Alps region but who's grandmother is from Rouen and has spent much time there.
I started talking about cafes, the 55 or is it the 88?
I had quiche and salad and Kerry had a baguette and the best vegetable soup he'd eveer eaten. Then he had a cappuciono and we sat and listened to French music and started planning our marriage celebration.
It was so lovely. We sat at a table of four and I imagined the two of you across the table from me, reminding me to enjoy the process and relish in the love and excitement that this man wants to share his life with ME!!!!
I have to post more later...back to work.
love
myriam
Friday, February 20, 2009
Guest posts
www.jenlemen.com
I've been guest posting on jen's blog for the last week or so...
i miss you terribly. it seems these days, i am blessed with so many opportuitiesto talk about you both. it keeps hope alive in my heart, it keeps you so close to me.
hope to speak with you this weekend.
xoooooooooxoxxxx
m
I've been guest posting on jen's blog for the last week or so...
i miss you terribly. it seems these days, i am blessed with so many opportuitiesto talk about you both. it keeps hope alive in my heart, it keeps you so close to me.
hope to speak with you this weekend.
xoooooooooxoxxxx
m
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
6 Months Today - I have been away from Home
Today marks the 6 month anniversary since I've been here in this city - Rouen.
While there's a soft and subtle ache in my heart from the distance between what used to be most comfortable to me and now, I continue to BE here.
I picked up a paintbrush to paint for my friends.
I rowed in my first french regatta.
I brought my neighbor tea and she extended an art invitation to me.
We ate rabbit for the first time and I was in the kitchen with the cook learning the craft.
We pulled thyme and bay leaves from the garden.
We took a walk with some passionate people who really know and love the history of this city and found out our flat is in the exact center of Rouen.
We ate Thai food with French people.
I visited a French hospital with a friend and she showed me all around the imaging centers where she works.
and I try to be kind each day.
Because of you.
Because you make me want to be a better girl.
Because I want to be good like my friends.
Because I admire you and cherish our friendship,
I am brave.
Love you,
Ruth
While there's a soft and subtle ache in my heart from the distance between what used to be most comfortable to me and now, I continue to BE here.
I picked up a paintbrush to paint for my friends.
I rowed in my first french regatta.
I brought my neighbor tea and she extended an art invitation to me.
We ate rabbit for the first time and I was in the kitchen with the cook learning the craft.
We pulled thyme and bay leaves from the garden.
We took a walk with some passionate people who really know and love the history of this city and found out our flat is in the exact center of Rouen.
We ate Thai food with French people.
I visited a French hospital with a friend and she showed me all around the imaging centers where she works.
and I try to be kind each day.
Because of you.
Because you make me want to be a better girl.
Because I want to be good like my friends.
Because I admire you and cherish our friendship,
I am brave.
Love you,
Ruth
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Love after Love
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
-Derek Walcott
love you two!
linda
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
-Derek Walcott
love you two!
linda
Take heaven! Take peace!
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today.
Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant. Take peace!
love love
linda
Take heaven!
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant. Take peace!
love love
linda
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
For Ruthie in France...
With that Moon Language
- Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud; otherwise,
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us
to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon
in each eye that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
- Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud; otherwise,
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us
to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon
in each eye that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
Adzuki, Butternut Squash Soup from 101 Cookbooks
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon coriander
2 teaspoons finely chopped chipotle pepper (from can, or rehydrated from dried chile)
2 teaspoons fine grain sea salt
2 medium-large onions
6 cloves garlic, minced
4 cups butternut squash, peeled and cut into 1/4-inch dice
5 - 6 cups water
5 whole canned tomatoes, chopped
4 cups cooked or canned adzuki beans
Heat the oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the cinnamon, coriander, chipotle and salt and saute for a minute or two - until aromatic. Add the onions and saute another 5 minutes or so, until they start to go translucent. Add the garlic and butternut squash, stir well, and then add 5 cups of water. Increase the heat to bring to a boil, and once boiling, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for afew minutes, until the squash begins to soften - 5 - 10 minutes.
Once the squash has softened, use a potato masher and break up the squash pieces a bit. Add the tomatoes, and cook a couple more minutes before adding the beans.
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon coriander
2 teaspoons finely chopped chipotle pepper (from can, or rehydrated from dried chile)
2 teaspoons fine grain sea salt
2 medium-large onions
6 cloves garlic, minced
4 cups butternut squash, peeled and cut into 1/4-inch dice
5 - 6 cups water
5 whole canned tomatoes, chopped
4 cups cooked or canned adzuki beans
Heat the oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the cinnamon, coriander, chipotle and salt and saute for a minute or two - until aromatic. Add the onions and saute another 5 minutes or so, until they start to go translucent. Add the garlic and butternut squash, stir well, and then add 5 cups of water. Increase the heat to bring to a boil, and once boiling, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for afew minutes, until the squash begins to soften - 5 - 10 minutes.
Once the squash has softened, use a potato masher and break up the squash pieces a bit. Add the tomatoes, and cook a couple more minutes before adding the beans.
Catchin up...
Hello lovelies,
It's been just two weeks since our trip and it already feels like I need to return. I have been warmed by the memories we created not only on this trip but the many wonderful moments we have shared. As I think about our friendships I recognize how blessed I am. It also makes more adamant than ever to commit to annual trips. It seems such a shame that we are so separated when we do really give one another so much strength and love. It's almost as though I need at least a weekly dose of RoobyLou, my drug of choice.
Last night I went to therapy for the first time since I've been back. I was sharing my recent experieinces with my therapist and as I spoke I felt such peace. I know that with our loss of the baby, I also let some other sentiments go. Tracey reminded me of that book we read by Sue Bender, and how she talks about the empty bowls. I understand as I sit and hold my arms open for what comes next.
I also am welcoming stepping into my role as a healer. I am capable of helping people heal and of shring blessings with people. I know my actions in these situations make a difference. I just know it.
WOA, okay let me stop.
On another note, I did tell Tracey about pooping in a bag. You know what, recently, well last year actually, the Clark household had some serious plumbing trauma. The toilet/ the washing machine, everything broke down. SO during their renovation stage, she and the girls went to the bathroom outside, but the poo was pooed into plastic bags. Isn't that wonderful. We are all kindred!!
Reminder of some things we spoke of on our trip:
annual trips to Rouen after the holidays for shopping (lou this was decided after you left)
Rufus, I'm going to send you some Henna
Eating my vegetables first and cut back on the booze
Composting toilet/Cobb housing
LOVE you both!!!Myriam
It's been just two weeks since our trip and it already feels like I need to return. I have been warmed by the memories we created not only on this trip but the many wonderful moments we have shared. As I think about our friendships I recognize how blessed I am. It also makes more adamant than ever to commit to annual trips. It seems such a shame that we are so separated when we do really give one another so much strength and love. It's almost as though I need at least a weekly dose of RoobyLou, my drug of choice.
Last night I went to therapy for the first time since I've been back. I was sharing my recent experieinces with my therapist and as I spoke I felt such peace. I know that with our loss of the baby, I also let some other sentiments go. Tracey reminded me of that book we read by Sue Bender, and how she talks about the empty bowls. I understand as I sit and hold my arms open for what comes next.
I also am welcoming stepping into my role as a healer. I am capable of helping people heal and of shring blessings with people. I know my actions in these situations make a difference. I just know it.
WOA, okay let me stop.
On another note, I did tell Tracey about pooping in a bag. You know what, recently, well last year actually, the Clark household had some serious plumbing trauma. The toilet/ the washing machine, everything broke down. SO during their renovation stage, she and the girls went to the bathroom outside, but the poo was pooed into plastic bags. Isn't that wonderful. We are all kindred!!
Reminder of some things we spoke of on our trip:
annual trips to Rouen after the holidays for shopping (lou this was decided after you left)
Rufus, I'm going to send you some Henna
Eating my vegetables first and cut back on the booze
Composting toilet/Cobb housing
LOVE you both!!!Myriam
Monday, February 2, 2009
salad suggestions
salad one-
black eyed peas
sliced beets
diced onions
mixed greens
balsamic, and braggs amino
salad two-
mixed greens
napa cabbage
sweet peas
tomatoes
sunflower seeds
fresh cilantro
onions
swiss chard
balsamic and braggs amino
black eyed peas
sliced beets
diced onions
mixed greens
balsamic, and braggs amino
salad two-
mixed greens
napa cabbage
sweet peas
tomatoes
sunflower seeds
fresh cilantro
onions
swiss chard
balsamic and braggs amino
a la prochen fois rouen...
aaaaaaarghhhhhhhh
pppplllllllllllbbbbbbbblpppppfffffffffttt
the tears keep falling, slowly, softly, releasing grief
yesterday i went to whole foods and stocked my pantry and fridge with good provisions
i searcehd and searched for nut butter, but cashew butter was the closest i could find
this morning i had delicious oatmeal in a blue bowl, big matti style
work is fine, as i wish i had reminded myself so often while away that it would be
my sister is in the midst of pregnancy illness, her husband lost his job,and i am angry about it all
i spent 3 loving hours with lyric who desperatley wanted to watch the superbowl though she had no idea what that meant
we snuggled on the couch under the delicious purple blanket
i am aloof, my vessel is empty
i will go home and sleep, sleep it off and away
i surrender, i let go, i fall
remembering always to eat my vegetables first
pppplllllllllllbbbbbbbblpppppfffffffffttt
the tears keep falling, slowly, softly, releasing grief
yesterday i went to whole foods and stocked my pantry and fridge with good provisions
i searcehd and searched for nut butter, but cashew butter was the closest i could find
this morning i had delicious oatmeal in a blue bowl, big matti style
work is fine, as i wish i had reminded myself so often while away that it would be
my sister is in the midst of pregnancy illness, her husband lost his job,and i am angry about it all
i spent 3 loving hours with lyric who desperatley wanted to watch the superbowl though she had no idea what that meant
we snuggled on the couch under the delicious purple blanket
i am aloof, my vessel is empty
i will go home and sleep, sleep it off and away
i surrender, i let go, i fall
remembering always to eat my vegetables first
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