There was a total lunar eclipse last night but T and I walked out on the porch when mom called to tell me and couldn’t see it. We decided one can’t see an eclipse. But today I read it made the moon blood red – how gorgeous is that – a red moon – so rare. The next lunar eclipse comes in December 2010.
I don’t want to parrot youI don’t want to monkey see monkey doI don’t want to mockI simply want to delight in how different and similar we are in the same breath – a breath so close I’m not sure if I smell you or me or the alchemy.
CASIDA DE LA ROSA -Federico García Lorca La rosa no buscaba la aurora: casi eterna en su ramo, buscaba otra cosa. La rosa, no buscaba ni ciencia ni sombra: confín de carne y sueño, buscaba otra cosa. La rosa, no buscaba la rosa. Inmóvil por el cielo buscaba otra cosa.
La Vita Nuova In that book which is My memory . . . On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life – Dante Alighieri
In this budding relationship we reflect on our friends who are in the throes of the ten-year mark – they can’t get back to where we are, but they have so much of what you hope to be – can they have faith they can keep moving forward? We hope so. What keeps you in a relationship once the bud has bloomed and bloomed – it’s why I love peonies – so many petals to…
We woke up to pouring rain – no walks in the park, and quick dashes to the backyard by the dogs (who hate to be wet). Up here in the tower working, with the pouring rain, I wonder about my colleagues – in Poland, Germany, UK, Chicago, and California – we speak to each other via IM, Skype, telephone, cell phone, email but don’t have the shared experience of rain, sunshine, cold, hot. It’s snowing…
The sky is greyed over with cotton ball clouds giving the light this overexposed effect, sort of sepia without the brown tone. Walking through the park this morning everything had that sense of existing within an old time photograph. As we were midway into the park, I saw a leafless tree with seven ink black cormorants perched on the branches, their ropey necks slung low giving them a snake-like appearance even out of the water.…
My friend who just weeks ago admonished me with “carpe diem” warns me I’m “moving too fast” – my other friend leaves me a message to call him because he wants to speak to a woman in love since I’m the only one he knows who is – another friend sends me an email and says, glad you are having fun, but don’t forget to blog for the rest of us – yet another says…
We spoke the other night about not seeing each other – about being at a party together and you seeing my three friends and not me, in Puerto Rico marching in a crowd, at Swirl amongst all our mutual friends, and all around this small tiny town New Orleans – yet not ever seeing each other – then on Tuesday, a fortnight ago, in the midst of a sumptuous feast for our eyes – a…
T gave mom chocolates for Valentine’s Day – she was quite touched by this gesture. She called late yesterday and said “tell T I ate all of her delicious chocolates except for the frog. I was worried if I ate the frog a prince would appear.” And I replied, “And you wanted a princess?” Without flinching mom responded: “Honey, I can’t handle either right now.”