Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Labor Pains Lead to Birth

My friend, Aimee, had a dream that she was in a waiting room in a maternity ward.  I was behind the swinging double doors, giving birth to what the doctors kept calling a "really big baby."  Finally, she says, I emerged.  I was fully clothed and had my hair done, though I was sweaty.  Behind me, strolled a little girl.  Walking and talking and playing.  I pray this means what it feels like it means.  I pray it is encouragement to just hold on a little longer.  Labor pains lead to birth.

Heather

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Christmas Ghost



One Christmas he gave me
a t-shirt with a cartoon character on it.
A year later, he bought me
a silver anklet, delicate and beautiful.
I guess you could say, our relationship
had grown
more intimate.

I would sit on the sofa in the dark
and stare at Christmas lights, sparkling
on the tree, 
while I thought about him and about
us.
I thought nothing could ever break
what we had.

He is a ghost now,
a Christmas ghost who jingles by
like silver chains against 
my ankle bones.
He is cold to the touch
of memory,
and bright bright bright
like the lights I saw when I
was in love.

-HT

In response to this post: Christmas Ghost Poem

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Catalog Poem

I am late, as usual, but I want to try this Catalog Poem challenge. And then I will go ahead and get the Friday Felicities posted, because I am headed out of town and I don't know if I will get the chance to post tomorrow.



The morning started with
me waking before my alarm and taking
a hot shower in the dim light.
The morning started with
my children arguing over cereal bowls
and spilled milk
at the kitchen table as the sun came up
over our horizon.

The morning started with
reading together, about adventure and family
and then packing lunches and back packs and
heading out the door to school and errands.
Their education. My grocery shopping.

The morning started with
a long To Do list scribbled on rainbow
lines of notepad pages, and laundry
piled on the living room couch.
The morning started with
praise music in the air and drama
on the television,
not to mention
mops and brooms and one loud and strong
green vacuum.

The morning started with
little lips saying
The Lord's Prayer, and
listening to an audio book in the car, as I drove
familiar streets in the neighborhood,
and then I was home with dishes to wash
and a quick lunch made
in the microwave.

The morning started with
God whispering hello
in the predawn hours,
and the world waking up
to His voice.

HT

Monday, November 8, 2010

My Attempt at Doing Justice to A Book I Loved

I just finished reading one of those books that I could say has "changed my life."  Corny, I know, but true, nonetheless.  I love this book so much that it really deserves a Hyperbole and a Half style tribute.  I am not entirely sure I can manage that, but I will try.





Me jumping up and down and singing praises because, "OH DEAR GOD SOMEBODY GETS IT!"

Me reading passages aloud to my husband while he tries to watch the game and still listen to me and let me know he loves me and cares about the things I care about even though he REALLY just wants to watch the game.
Me hopping onto Amazon.com to post my fantabulous review and then get into random debates about the book with one particular reviewer who has not actually posted a review of this book but just seems to enjoy leaving negative comments on other people's good reviews, even though I don't like to argue with strange people on the Internet (or anywhere else, for that matter), but I cannot resist defending the author of the book that has CHANGED. MY. LIFE.

Me daydreaming about how the author will read my review and see what kindred spirits we are (think Anne Shirley and Miss Lavender) and want to go for coffee and commiserate and maybe work together on a writing project in the future because she will read my blog and see what an amazing writer I am and how we should be best friends. Like, yesterday.


The End.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Flying

Remember the skating rink?  Couples' skate and relay races and doing the limbo on wheels?  I actually won the limbo once.  It was at a rink in Kentucky, visiting with Mom's friend, Martha Music.  She was a sort of godmother to me.  That rink had a wooden floor, which was new to me.  Our local Red Rink Rollerway had chipped bluish concrete with a raised red carpet rim all around the oval skate area.  This wooden floor was wall-to-wall, a skater's paradise. 

Other than the mandatory song for couples' skate, the roller rink was void of the social hierarchy I had become accustomed to at school. By 6th grade, I was clearly exempt from coolness and sent to struggle through adolescence on the sidelines of Junior High.  But, at the rink, I could still have fun.  Elizabeth and I used to go a lot, in my memory.  There were Honor Roll parties each 9 weeks, and Liz and I were always on the A Honor Roll.  Also, her orthodontist had a Halloween party for his patients at the rink once.  Liz and I dressed up as two alien girls from a series of short stories I had been writing, and she had been helping me with.  I cannot remember the girls' names, but I had based them on our perfect imaginary versions of ourselves, so we felt quite beautiful inside my tales of inter-planetary love and adventure.  Is it any wonder I prefer C. S. Lewis' space trilogy even over Narnia?  There is just something about the beautiful Venus.

Like I said, I was a pretty good skater.  Not amazing.  I won limbo once, but I seldom won the races, and I don't think I was EVER asked to participate in couples' skate.  But, I loved it.  I loved whizzing around the concrete and feeling like I could fly.  I liked turning backwards and awing the small children who watched me go past. I was confident at the skating rink in a way I never was anywhere else.  As a matter of fact, I made my first phone call to a boy from a pay phone at the skating rink. 

Today, I took David to a birthday party for a friend from his classroom.  On the pretense of being an involved parent, I promised him I would skate too.  In reality, that promise to David was my excuse to lace up skates again, many many years past my remembered-glory days.  I teetered across the carpet, touched the concrete rink, and then I was flying again.

David did not fare so well.  He mostly clung to the carpeted wall around the rink and tumbled over his own feet every six inches.  He was a good sport about his failure, laughing each time he hit the ground.  After a while, I moved him to a carpeted area to practice, but he decided to move onto the arcade in sock-feet, with some of his friends. I tucked our jackets and his discarded skates into a corner and gave myself permission to fly.

I am not ready to play limbo again or enter any races, and I sure did not join in the game of Wipe Out that was played just before we left, but I had fun. How often, since growing up, do I have fun?  Maybe I need to go to the skating rink more often.  Perhaps, flying is good for me.

HT

Friday, November 5, 2010

Friday Felicities - 11/5/10


Friday Felicities

Chunky fun new hat
GREAT idea for Integrity Time today
Fabulous Facebook convo with the lovely Amanda Koonlaba
Free Sister Hazel album download from Amazon
The new book I am reading for review
Less than one week till my book signing
Our morning devotion book
Both of my boys have teachers who love them
Stickers from Mac for the kiddos
Postcards 
Happy Bunny stickers
Hoops & Yoyo post-its (Thanks Lei)
Friends who don't think I am insane
Bright colored ink pens

HT

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Currently: Novemeber 2010

Current Books:  I finished Anne of Green Gables and am half through Anne of Avonlea.  How did I grow up without reading these?  I listened to the audio of Emma Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree and am now listening to Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.  Yet another book I grew up without ever reading. I have Snow Day and Buzz waiting in line.

Current Playlist:  Audio books.

Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Baking cookies for myself.

Current Colors:  Soft colors.  Not light, but soft.

Current Fetish:  Owls.

Current Food: I made a yummy chicken dish for dinner last night. And I had the BEST salad at Le Mason D'or.

Current Drink: Ice cold milk with fresh baked cookies.

Current Favorite Favorite: My cream colored hat.

Current Wishlist:  A massage, cowboy boots, Macbook

Current Needs:  To be more productive on a daily basis.

Current Triumph: Pulled off a pretty cool Halloween costume. 

Current Bane-of-my-Existence: Spotty Internet.

Current Celebrity Crush: The girl who plays Lisbeth Salander.

Current Indulgence: Did I mention the cookies? And I subscribed to Poetry magazine.

Current Mood:  Pretty stable, thankfully.  :)

Current #1 Blessing: A husband who loves me and pampers me.

Current Slang or Saying:  Nada.

Current Outfit:  dark jeans, Gloria Vanderbilt tunic top in shades of blue, gold Toms, cream colored hat

Current Link: I think a writer's residency could be fun and beneficial.

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