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Reworking – Moment by Moment

Posted in All Our Dreams, Autumn Wilder, Book Love, Growing Things, Music Love, Writer Mama on June 22, 2009 by Michelle Taylor
  • She’s lost another tooth.  The lack of any baby-ness in her face and attitude right now is scaring the crap out of me.  My tool box feels dusty.  Old ways of doing are rapidly becoming extinct.  NEED NEW TOOLS NOW!

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  • My garden is one of the most amazing pieces of art I’ve ever created.  Truly the essence of what beauty is.  What a little seed can do.  Climbing just like my girl into adolescence.  They are both shaking me to my very core every time I look their way.

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  • Thinking of Pa, Dad and Don today.  And the way that I am becoming more and more entangled in the web of him-hood.  I’ve always been a girl of girls, women surrounding women, only letting in the few men in my life.  For the first time, I’m opening to the possibility.  Loss allows for so much newness.
  • The day dad had his heart attack I stopped cleaning my house.  I’m not sure what this is about and what to do other than keep closing doors when people come over.  Priorities, the whiff of possible mortality in the air, carrying more and more terrifying sadness with me day to day?  I don’t have the answer but I must figure this out soon.
  • Writing.  I thought I would quit you.  But then all of a sudden, my fingers ache to word-play all day long.  It’s been my computer and me for days, reworking my head into something I can live with.  Hopefully.
  • Poetry and music have taken over my entire synapses.  It must be Solstice romancing me back to the earth.  (As I wrote that last sentence, thunder rolled and lightening struck.  Must be an omen.)

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Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Little Golden Books

Posted in Animal Love, Art Love, Book Love, Reader Mama on March 25, 2009 by Michelle Taylor

Autumn recently discovered the box set of Little Golden Books that we were given before she was born. There are books tucked everywhere in our house, so it’s no wonder it has taken five plus years for her to find them.  But she is IN love with them.  It helps that they are almost all about animals – puppies and kitties galore!

As I read them, I remember every detail of the The Poky Little Puppy and all the times I read this as a child.  However, I didn’t remember all the guilt and punishment.  Jeez, puppies will be puppies already!

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It has been fun though, this simple revisit of books with such great artwork and finally a peaceful bedtime routine (something I thought we would NEVER achieve – whew!  I would elaborate more on this but I don’t want to jinx it.  It has been almost a month though!)

Our favorites:

The Golden Egg Book (my new favorite)

The Poky Little Puppy

The Four Little Kittens

My Puppy

Mister Dog

The Color Kittens

The Reading Chair – Year Five

Posted in Autumn Wilder, Book Love, People We Love on October 13, 2008 by Michelle Taylor

Being a teacher of five to eight year-old kids, I seem to constantly be saying, “she’s so five” when it comes to Autumn.  She is writing mom, dad, dog, Autumn. She’s asking questions like, “where do platypus’ live, what do they eat, why do only the daddy’s have venom?”

Yesterday, as I walked into the living room, Autumn and Izzy were in the gold reading chair and Autumn was tracing her finger under the words and telling Izzy a story about dogs.  She was so confident and careful.  So very five.  And lovely.  In the same chair that I’ve spent so many hours reading to her.

Rite of Passage

Posted in Autumn Wilder, Book Love, Learning Autumn on September 20, 2008 by Michelle Taylor

Autumn’s very own library card with a little rainwater of course.

Nostalgia

Posted in Book Love, People We Love, Reader Mama on July 1, 2008 by Michelle Taylor

Don and I fell in love at Twice Sold Tales on Capital Hill – a seedy, stinky, over-run with mangy cats, all night, used bookstore. We spent every Saturday night, after midnight there – everything being 25% after 12:00am.

Twice Sold Tales recently moved from our spot and I ventured in for the first time last weekend. There were piles of books stacked against the walls as the cats rubbed against them. Very few shelves were full except for Queer Fiction and as I perused the shelves there were my friend Chris Bram’s books.

I was all of a sudden swept up in nastalgia. We met Chris and his absolutely fabulous partner Draper in 2001 when we lived in NYC. We have the love of books link and I don’t think about him without picturing his glasses perched on his head (a trait Autumn has copied for her sunglasses) and his ever novel filled mind batting authors back and forth across the table from me.

I miss our book talks and his easy manner. Seeing his books on the shelf, felt a little like a hug from him when he would leave us at the Christopher Street station for our ride uptown on late balmy summer nights in the city.

Oh, friend love, book love, summer love.