"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy." ~ Anne Frank
Plum Cake is very attached to her mama. She has mommy radar and I can distract her for a while, but she soon remembers that she wants her mommy close by. She's getting smarter and smarter. Samantha wants her cousins close by. She kept asking for them last night and wondered why they couldn't come over RIGHT NOW.
I DID manage a trip to Cost Plus (the import store) and found my tea! I do actually DO what I say I might do sometimes. Ha ha ha! Did you read the comment Mags left? She said to throw away the Lipton tea.
People were buying LOTS of stuff at Cost Plus. They do have pretty things, linens and jewelry, scarves and Christmas finery. I bought three things so I escaped without spending too much of my pocket money.
Bird clothes pins. SO CUTE!
My honors students are going to read "To Build a Fire" by Jack London this week. I found a quote from this very story.
"I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me." ~Jack London
I was leafing through a sketch book and I found a poem that I wrote. I tweaked it a bit (and will probably tweak it some more) and I shall share it with you. It's about the miracle of words and the holy and ultimate Author of Everything and how our words are beyond our own intellect, really penned by heavenly beings. I don't know what you think about that, but I hope you like the poem.
Soft Pencil Poet
Feathered fingers grasp the wood stick
scooting soft scribblings upon page
after page of identifying life pictures.
Slow breaths and fine-tuned ears listen
for holy whispers and wing flutters
before touching down deep with magically
shaped word love, word gifts.
Blow softly, love script, blow.
Cover my heart with snug fittings, warm comfort,
sharp inspiration. Tuck away solid truth
saved for empty days and hungry evenings.
I wish you a soft Sunday, a soft week. I wish you covering and protection from some of the harsher blows life often delivers.