In My World

A Little Corner of Peace

My poetry corner in my bedroom. The bookcase is all poetry - of all shapes and kinds. The table was once in a Pittsburgh rectory, given to my mother in the early 1900's by a priest friend of the family. I love having history and family and loved possessions around me.

The two angels stand guard.

And today the sun is shining, it is pleasantly warm, and we had our little ones and our daughter here for a few hours visit.

 

The Weather Again

This has been a cold and wet spring so far. Today, here on the East Coast of the USA, it is in the 50s and raining. They expect about two inches of rain before it ends late tonight.

This is not good for tonight's Yankee game at home in the Bronx. Tomorrow's planned outing to a local park with my grand kiddies will have some sun, but that grass and play area will be soggy.

Talk about a trivial post, but I refuse to mention health and health matters. At 76 I have the same problems that other women of my age have - most troublesome to me? An occasional rapid heart beat episode (one last night) and the aching bum knees.

Still, not big things in the life and death scheme of things - schemes I think about more than I should these days.

The weather? Just grand!!

Around these parts it is in the 70s and bright and sunny. A day to savor. When I get sad, and I do more than I should, it is a day like this that makes me think JOY is possible.

Some blue iris in my front yard.

Native American Prayer For Peace

A prayer for peace on this Memorial Day weekend


 

O Great Spirit of our ancestors
I raise my pipe to you.
To your messengers the four winds,
And to Mother Earth who provides for your children.
Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love,
to respect, and to be kind to each other
so that they may grow with peace in mind.
Let us learn to share all good things
that you provide for us on this Earth.

Icon by Father John Giuliani

Growing Old...

A great book on growing old by Florida Scott-Maxwell, written in her 80s - The Measure of My Days

More infomation on Florida Scott-Maxwell

The young ones

Yesterday we had a welcome visit from my three grandchildren to celebrate their granddad Joe’s 73rd birthday. The twin girls are so adorable – one beautiful (and she knows it!), who now speaks in the third person – Ex:  “Genny wants to wear the red dress.”

The other just a beautiful in her own expressive, happy way. Bridgey’s head is capped with curls, and her face is impish or loving as the the situation warrants.

Griffin still tells me he loves me, and I always get a big hug. All of them love their “Papa,” too.

Below – at the Baltimore Aquarium watching the dolphins:

 

Dan Barry of the NY Times on Robert Frost's Home

A Violation of Both the Law and the Spirit

"It seemed once that Robert Frost would be with us forever, like some lichen-laced stone in a field. But finally he did die, in 1963 at the age of 88, leaving biographers to quarrel about his merits as a man and readers to marvel over his body of work, which, among other achievements, twinned a mastery of language with wisdom about natural things."

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Something to remember

Another Side of Kerouac: The Dharma Bum as Sports Nut

Another Side of Kerouac: The Dharma Bum as Sports Nut



My husband did the same thing as a youngster, complete with teams, players and statistics. As far as I know he was never "On the road!"

Trying out Windows Live

I downloaded Windows Live because of David Pogue in the NY Times. Let’s see if I like it.