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Snow Day

snowshoeing-plain

 We are hunkered down for a nor’easter..

The winds are howling,

The snow is coming down sideways on this rather tiny sort-of an island

and we are expecting 8-14 inches by days end.

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Kara and dad

This is my father and I -probably around 1978 or 79.

My cousin posted it on a facebook page, which was awesome

because I had never seen it before.

 He died in 1981 when I was just 18 years old

so it’s really sweet to have this picture of us together

soulfood Friday

from the other side

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I have been doing my first week of training in Watertown.

It’s only about 20 miles but it takes about an hour to get there in traffic.

I have to either through or around Boston…

The view from the roof of the parking structure is beautiful.

 I park up there even though I am there early enough to park on the ground floor.

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Today I am at the center where I will be working!

I am so happy to be able to take the T and not have to drive!

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It’s been rainy and grey most of the week but the temps. have been warm.

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The daffodils are pushing up near the back steps..

little green shoots of hope

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I am loving the time change. It’s so nice to have it still be light in the evenings.

Friday fave fives

skywatch friday

 

childhood and stardom

your story is one of strength

girl who once sat at the hearth of my life

your story was darkness and light

when you were young we played

don’t step on the cracks

and I held your hand

now your steps are amethyst sparks

on the ground

where we once walked

can you still play this game in your oblivion

your  mirthful and defiant spirit

will always be a part of my story

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the sunday whirl

everything take away one

 

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two of my own

and two of his

and one of someone elses

one from up the street

and two more of a different his

one of hers and one of the first his

and one of the second

in the outskirts

Once on a TV show I heard two girls refer to one another as

my person

and once I came home with a friend to flames at my house

I ran out of her car and into my door

shouting my people are in there

So many numbers….

we multiply

and divide

we add to our families

 death and circumstance take away

Really, we are fragments of once whole numbers

shards

fractured by divorce or death or neglect…

we feel we are invisible

nothing

no number at all

we seek comfort in groups

2,4,6,8…

but there is no safety net

not one of us equals one

we are all crumbled and  cracked and crippled

we are only pieces of hearts that are broken

we are only slivers of those who have touched us

like  kaleidoscopes glued together with paste

all kinds of colours

that glow sometimes

in the light of others

Once I heard some one say

we are one people

and I believe that is true

but that does not make me whole

I am still fractured numbers

I am still broken hearted

I am still alone

imaginary gardens with real toads

bells in the distance

In a dream you kiss me at sunrise

 when the skies run with mist and scarlet

your warm touch on my skin

is a threat to undo me

 the alarm bell makes me jump

as I cross into the world of the living

and standing with a group of people on the train I realize

there is not enough time for all the things I want you to do to me

The Sunday Whirl

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