Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I come from a long line of pack-rats. In my family there seems to be less concern about not having something when you finally get around to needing it, and more concern that letting go of an item will also mean letting go of your memories, especially of the people and the places that gave you the most happiness, but oddly, even a clinging on to memories that only bring pain.
Still my memories and the things I love have to have some record, so I began snapping pictures and writing in a journal / scrapbook about why those memories are important to me. So I have one shelf of scrapbooks instead of 8 rooms of clutterbut I do still have my dolls and my camera and the quilts my grandmother stitched by hand, and now that the clutter is mostly gone, /i have started turning my camera on the yard and the items that really do make me feel at home and make me smile when I see them.
There is so much beauty in the world, and that is the one thing that I hope my memory pictures help you to remember too.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
After 10 years of waiting to be a Mom, I finally got to hold my 14 hour old adopted son, and fall in love with him and take him home. Life was Perfect. A year and 18 days later, it was even more so.
|I thought he'd be a pirate forever.|
|Today the baby I tried to have for 10 years is a High School Senior.|
Somehow, a life flies by and the one thing you can do to make it worth while, is spend it on the people you love. My children and my students, my siblings and parents and cousins and neighbors and always and all ways my spouse, have all added frustration and problems to my life, and pain when I have had to say good-by
But they have all added to my life, joy, and more good moments than any one person could ever deserve.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
|Sunflowers are late due to cool summer|
|My baskets are usually full, but barely bloomed in the fog|
|The dredge barge fills the boat basin and crowds the boats to side tie|
Our harbor was devastated in spring storms but fall sees an ongoing rebuilding project as barges full of stinking silt are dredges up and carted away. The fall renews the harbor and the school year and the pantry shelves. Soon crab boats will have docks again, jam will fill the cupboards and schools will be filled. Life in the come-back town will be renewed once again. September is my New Years birth.
|dredging away the 3-11-11 tsunami's deposit|
|three sisters in the harbor|
|Battery Point lighthouse|
|sea lion napping away from the crowd|
|walnut tree producing blackberries|
|future pie or jam|
|apples on atee that fell 5 years ago, and redwood stump|
|Me loving rare sunshiny day|
|red bean mooncakes|
|Loved these and went 22 years without!|
Celebrated on the 15th of the 8th lunar month, you might see Chang Er dancing on the moon where she has lived ever since she flew there. The moon Festival is a romantic time to remember that you can be together emotionally with those you love if you can both see the moon from where ever you are.
|9-11 in the CC Harbor|
|Fallen apple tree by redwoods in my yard|
I will teach, I will be exhausted and overwhelmed by bills and debt and work and the demands of life, but I will look at the jars of jam, and remember that some gifts come to balance the work, some things are free and all you have to do is open your hands to receive them.