tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9135285422318224612024-03-01T07:40:44.024-08:0022pearlspattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-57646352012010361182024-03-01T07:40:00.000-08:002024-03-01T07:40:08.710-08:00<br /><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgljdADHmF2u2phpbbUTz5mKyU2bOELtAmBKQfz4l2vMe_XhuuCiDX37bLJ111iuIAppG_ZzdE2xwOgB0Rhp6v7Lp3EX28yNolu12-dCwUkNUtskvS8_Gth4bp3cN9oXgsqGnwKDA7wJ2ll6ix-PlI_T8Ij-YEc1afU1fWjvsvLEjh_QtQ1-_HZn-YsqcU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="475" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgljdADHmF2u2phpbbUTz5mKyU2bOELtAmBKQfz4l2vMe_XhuuCiDX37bLJ111iuIAppG_ZzdE2xwOgB0Rhp6v7Lp3EX28yNolu12-dCwUkNUtskvS8_Gth4bp3cN9oXgsqGnwKDA7wJ2ll6ix-PlI_T8Ij-YEc1afU1fWjvsvLEjh_QtQ1-_HZn-YsqcU" width="180" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">There is something so hauntingly gorgeous in the witnessing of dying flowers: beauty surrenders.</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">Dropping petals and pieces, smells are pungent, carry memories of ones gone before. </span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">With the fading comes a softness: a gentle reminder of what one day shall be:</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">the giving back, the letting go, the last dance, the final fare thee well. </span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">xo</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p><p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-77986981442444158422024-02-12T06:59:00.000-08:002024-02-12T06:59:56.732-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">February 2024 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__m5_2NxserGmq7FrlVRgPv8tHJrATOWFPNs2bW8s1SKdWsqfQi573okhkEZBwKoDWap1Pm8zRBege0UPtBXyluKHsyAAiziRLjAADjOm6UbNqb3LvtwZ4mzoSB2WOAZCiKoyhkQmRfpjXS3mMXF9jglhqasvFNptEXnv8YmZtpFZKKcaJIJ6zFLRxKg/s633/image%20-%202024-02-12T065124.111.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="278" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__m5_2NxserGmq7FrlVRgPv8tHJrATOWFPNs2bW8s1SKdWsqfQi573okhkEZBwKoDWap1Pm8zRBege0UPtBXyluKHsyAAiziRLjAADjOm6UbNqb3LvtwZ4mzoSB2WOAZCiKoyhkQmRfpjXS3mMXF9jglhqasvFNptEXnv8YmZtpFZKKcaJIJ6zFLRxKg/s320/image%20-%202024-02-12T065124.111.png" width="141" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;">The four directions placed themselves, and I thought of the father, sun, sons, and ghosts. The woods called my name, and I raised my head and listened. No wind, only soft words coming from my heart. And still, I know I am an orphan to the ferns and spider webs. I am lost and found. Saved. </p><p style="text-align: center;">And searching. xo</p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-19318874029784096292023-12-01T04:58:00.000-08:002023-12-01T04:58:30.063-08:00<p><br /></p><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span face=""Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; white-space-collapse: collapse;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6pfMznwUyeSjpGc69uEydNwuM9WQKkRgNqy1arogQ-8kj6-veKriFPtxNVj1F8EYwei-Yrh8KtfctcoDzwOkGvUsCtTBUHSJH47ard724ShYgCAGVJ3m72OFYRp_9xlv_2JQtazOxM-5dW52ZvpNyu-Txg8bZS1G3RYlKvfG7gtPVWIP_yCVYzD-MMU/s1816/IMG_20220419_102303_336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #444444;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1816" data-original-width="1816" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6pfMznwUyeSjpGc69uEydNwuM9WQKkRgNqy1arogQ-8kj6-veKriFPtxNVj1F8EYwei-Yrh8KtfctcoDzwOkGvUsCtTBUHSJH47ard724ShYgCAGVJ3m72OFYRp_9xlv_2JQtazOxM-5dW52ZvpNyu-Txg8bZS1G3RYlKvfG7gtPVWIP_yCVYzD-MMU/s320/IMG_20220419_102303_336.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The above photo is one of many my son, Jesse Crossman, has taken. He has the eye and heart of a lover of nature and all things beautiful. I am honored to share the photo, as I am to share him with the world. I am honored to be the mother of children who pay deep attention to this sacred and special world and time. There is much grief, loss, and sadness to hold, yet if our moments can also be touched by one another, we can know we aren't alone; together, the weight of all things can be lifted toward the light. xo</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span face=""Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; white-space-collapse: collapse;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span face=""Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif" style="font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; white-space-collapse: collapse;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-5998322083659184972023-12-01T04:46:00.000-08:002023-12-01T04:46:29.708-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggqOz6BePnRaI_NbMoNAP4jJwJ6xfq14KL3QQ-SLJgoY_v6gF5A0TeGLohn7IlNXUVAqwWbQZOzU8rwpnoLvnm72nFrFEZIQUNGrZacjapwnGkRrmiAB_se9b7yyMHKcW1It9-ZWVMd9daBGnwZt00Dn1N3h7OhUD-JA1udOVx-sB6_vJHpxiUebWDBeQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="282" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggqOz6BePnRaI_NbMoNAP4jJwJ6xfq14KL3QQ-SLJgoY_v6gF5A0TeGLohn7IlNXUVAqwWbQZOzU8rwpnoLvnm72nFrFEZIQUNGrZacjapwnGkRrmiAB_se9b7yyMHKcW1It9-ZWVMd9daBGnwZt00Dn1N3h7OhUD-JA1udOVx-sB6_vJHpxiUebWDBeQ" width="105" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">October 2023 </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">October arrived in many ways : Tears in unexpected places at unexpected times</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">: There were holes in the morning glories : The window screens, and my heart</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">Not one thing caused any of these incidents: It was a season of too much</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">: Heat and hatred, death and dying, angst and anger, rain and rage</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">What do we call it now : Autumn, the letting go, the dead leaves underfoot </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">: The knowing, the laying down of darkness, the silent way it arrives</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">Hold tight dear heart : Courage is within</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">xo</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-67902507556578230802023-11-01T03:31:00.000-07:002023-11-01T03:31:32.427-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiue7aeOPSR4HAnN-Hnw5p9fbyR41-O9w88w6ZQS6miCyDQ_GO7DHgkKeGaZFx9SNcqA1I223yxb1CnjluCPEKKeKzludaDnInly0sS1tAwm2aVLNTkeV5hWpUkapBjnRN4NNNAN17YJSegEIHtHQqmr-Uvi2RVSkH66h18-BFLjbQSofTgScCt06oL9QY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="1366" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiue7aeOPSR4HAnN-Hnw5p9fbyR41-O9w88w6ZQS6miCyDQ_GO7DHgkKeGaZFx9SNcqA1I223yxb1CnjluCPEKKeKzludaDnInly0sS1tAwm2aVLNTkeV5hWpUkapBjnRN4NNNAN17YJSegEIHtHQqmr-Uvi2RVSkH66h18-BFLjbQSofTgScCt06oL9QY" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">November 2023</p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sometimes, the only thing bigger than a sky <br />is the moment we remember it's there;<br />holding space, ever-changing, always shifting.</span></span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">***</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">There was a time: Most of my life</div><div style="text-align: center;">I considered the sky to be blue, grey, or dark</div><div style="text-align: center;">but dark meant sleep, and grey meant sad,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and blue was a Crayola crayon. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Blue was ocean, river, morning </div><div style="text-align: center;">then my firstborn's eyes </div><div style="text-align: center;">and that's when the sky flew open</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I knew I'd never be able </div><div style="text-align: center;">to see it how it had once been.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-4338189689880503942023-08-01T03:20:00.007-07:002023-08-01T03:20:38.675-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyWxqxxA3MOfapGki4upStpUPWaMQCYH3KlWGc-6XfqR110iDNmGCMqSQvPv_OnGmCOlNELhaOYb70Ez8djr3qxWdYqgLy-VNhc-OihQXZcURxDFDhV4cGBHor1PQ0EX0y_rmQG5St9mib18KUuHZUNekfxoK2v3rg_u1AEQVW6aSqRzBnoj0bWtxRClE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="487" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyWxqxxA3MOfapGki4upStpUPWaMQCYH3KlWGc-6XfqR110iDNmGCMqSQvPv_OnGmCOlNELhaOYb70Ez8djr3qxWdYqgLy-VNhc-OihQXZcURxDFDhV4cGBHor1PQ0EX0y_rmQG5St9mib18KUuHZUNekfxoK2v3rg_u1AEQVW6aSqRzBnoj0bWtxRClE" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">August 2023</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow is Dad's Birth Day </div><div style="text-align: center;">he isn't here to celebrate</div><div style="text-align: center;">so many times and places </div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss him; he's in my bones</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know little of cellular invasion</div><div style="text-align: center;">the parts of me I shared with Mom</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know more about DNA and fusion</div><div style="text-align: center;">but still so very little, tiny like </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">the start of me, Dad playing his part</div><div style="text-align: center;">the joining of bodies and the magic</div><div style="text-align: center;">that made me whole, hopefully</div><div style="text-align: center;">But still, Dad is missed</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-69204257215580425902023-07-03T03:11:00.005-07:002023-07-03T03:11:39.370-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq9esL_lkLlYwyRucYqS78uO6CLapzY_FXlGFwPQuF33kGEa4-GU9gbXxvqNgGBoA9vWnE4YA6pHEXCejCKTM0HHfca06bfVuiSWnTR8QZsVHFUaeD2cV2L4SOhml8q8SsYNk-ibNoUbP1omStld4xLr9JGb_8grOsZ1dxwwfxfw6uGuc8a5WJBYYR30/s4000/IMG_20230629_074128089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq9esL_lkLlYwyRucYqS78uO6CLapzY_FXlGFwPQuF33kGEa4-GU9gbXxvqNgGBoA9vWnE4YA6pHEXCejCKTM0HHfca06bfVuiSWnTR8QZsVHFUaeD2cV2L4SOhml8q8SsYNk-ibNoUbP1omStld4xLr9JGb_8grOsZ1dxwwfxfw6uGuc8a5WJBYYR30/s320/IMG_20230629_074128089.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> July 2023</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it's hot and humid</div><div style="text-align: center;">there are smells leftover from the dogs who died years ago</div><div style="text-align: center;">the towels are damp, and it's hard to pull on a pair of jeans</div><div style="text-align: center;">but we say it was a long winter and carry-on, and marvel</div><div style="text-align: center;">at trees laden with fat, bright leaves, the rain only knocking</div><div style="text-align: center;">the blossoms and the bees as they waddle in the sweetness</div><div style="text-align: center;">it's hot and humid</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I do not like it</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><br /></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-58468128109757112182023-06-01T12:31:00.004-07:002023-06-01T12:31:23.089-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWjBmhaKvWY8V--nY9C_7es0LD1eaJnEzyH9ZcF_07XslSwZt8BcWTM5AIG1yRG5QUzcCZQXiGDD9UBs6QGVISu_-y8WjH3ptz0_ftlVBhWVnAp82YBEY23ahbfGESqpA0nSlOdWwdwc1qqAXsGWya2oVeOuQ991ShyGSd6KXLneUFkfPPFtKbKCe/s4000/IMG_20230525_184028791.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1756" data-original-width="4000" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWjBmhaKvWY8V--nY9C_7es0LD1eaJnEzyH9ZcF_07XslSwZt8BcWTM5AIG1yRG5QUzcCZQXiGDD9UBs6QGVISu_-y8WjH3ptz0_ftlVBhWVnAp82YBEY23ahbfGESqpA0nSlOdWwdwc1qqAXsGWya2oVeOuQ991ShyGSd6KXLneUFkfPPFtKbKCe/s320/IMG_20230525_184028791.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"> JUNE 2023</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">beauties and beasts of humidity </p><p style="text-align: center;">my hair and nails curl and break</p><p style="text-align: center;">the dog can not get enough water</p><p style="text-align: center;">I can not get enough breath or air</p><p style="text-align: center;"> and still, we waited for the arrival</p><p style="text-align: center;">and so we speak about other times</p><p style="text-align: center;"> the bluebird skies of early winters</p><p style="text-align: center;">the day he was buried in the snow</p><p style="text-align: center;">xo</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-57613753554296111452023-05-02T03:08:00.003-07:002023-08-24T03:37:34.107-07:00May 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeKsadpfb9RJ2Z8EYQmJ1LZSIp_nfh7Jfplw-bFM4KTSS-PmIPStWBFF9uLa-4VFmUQkXVQS7i4x_UMbUiML4Ph1eTnuLvJfUa32FmgK_ymxN8fFRuIMyV5YqOsTB-SwuRhI3jOaDvguHjRCxK9dS49hvl8u_X2jkhH4e061T8QmHL4wZL12jhYJw/s4000/IMG_20230430_143813178_HDR.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="2250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeKsadpfb9RJ2Z8EYQmJ1LZSIp_nfh7Jfplw-bFM4KTSS-PmIPStWBFF9uLa-4VFmUQkXVQS7i4x_UMbUiML4Ph1eTnuLvJfUa32FmgK_ymxN8fFRuIMyV5YqOsTB-SwuRhI3jOaDvguHjRCxK9dS49hvl8u_X2jkhH4e061T8QmHL4wZL12jhYJw/s320/IMG_20230430_143813178_HDR.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">And here it is, May Day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soon to be Mother's Day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />A time to show the earth's abundance </div><div style="text-align: center;">in flowers and still, the skies pale & thin.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shadows lay down in this same vein;</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the vanity of being adored and celebrated</div><div style="text-align: center;">and they, too, will be cut; they will turn </div><div style="text-align: center;">themselves inside out to show you love</div><div style="text-align: center;">and to remind us everything has a season. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-85618725253331248372023-03-31T03:41:00.001-07:002023-03-31T03:41:47.047-07:00<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKJwpahW33nMSjrqxa4tz8kBK6RF9ufTAzO7BCmm_getskLUb5XH05H1YhHXSkqIJwl_V8PcWFBacrlDGk9P8XgP8amDGTeBd0EIfmLuDUwyBFip4S9ucU-3OZlNGapIxNu-6XVgrWnpDNz94TmE6x2eR08gKrquMuPMQqYi1G4x3K-M8LLBvz3ZhA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1067" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKJwpahW33nMSjrqxa4tz8kBK6RF9ufTAzO7BCmm_getskLUb5XH05H1YhHXSkqIJwl_V8PcWFBacrlDGk9P8XgP8amDGTeBd0EIfmLuDUwyBFip4S9ucU-3OZlNGapIxNu-6XVgrWnpDNz94TmE6x2eR08gKrquMuPMQqYi1G4x3K-M8LLBvz3ZhA=w354-h266" width="354" /></a></div><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">March: In like a lion, they say. Out like be-damned, or a ram, but the little lamb Mary once have had must have run away with the moon. Or the fork, or a bend spoon. And so we begin April: A turn of a calendar page, if you still have such a thing? I have many, I like the photographs and heavy paper.</span><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">I like turning a page and knowing it's so and sows and sews Birth Day and doing the math to guess their age. That's a lot of spin arounds; I don't say this to them. I say may it be kind, gentle, joyful. May you be held in LOVE. And before you know it the page will be turned again, and I'll remember Gramma Annie saying time slows when we don't feeling well. And I'll add that into the card saying may you be held in stellar heath (and humor, I like to add this for good measure, and do hope it comes true for all my loved ones.) And with that I press a pretty postage stamp on the envelope and off it goes. xo</span></span></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-90191483768562619482023-03-01T04:23:00.000-08:002023-03-01T04:23:10.856-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMaXwBiKPwOm5u2yAz9IeKNtGpPhIZO-J7Rt-IxNHWwX1zASV43LKOgklkUCg3zxMfSZGCmjL2KH3V7_tJcm3ZiiEIUdUhkcHpEdboQ_hwi3Fi30Lp9y9wjJg15M-959HXOZp-a6-Z5QoOziHIwzrXx1_VK7erc4x-a00mGJ29Hv1HzzDBjbjiMK1M/s4080/PXL_20230207_131805115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMaXwBiKPwOm5u2yAz9IeKNtGpPhIZO-J7Rt-IxNHWwX1zASV43LKOgklkUCg3zxMfSZGCmjL2KH3V7_tJcm3ZiiEIUdUhkcHpEdboQ_hwi3Fi30Lp9y9wjJg15M-959HXOZp-a6-Z5QoOziHIwzrXx1_VK7erc4x-a00mGJ29Hv1HzzDBjbjiMK1M/s320/PXL_20230207_131805115.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> March 2023</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">beauty bought at the market</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">wrapped, yet still, they catch the cold</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />the leaves crack and turn toward death</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />blossoms hopeful, hang on, and it's this</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />and a million other things offering hope</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />and so I change the water in the vase </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />that once belonged to a favorite aunt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and the flowers go on living, offering </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br />joy and reason and reminders and love</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">xo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-87732636354575236802023-02-02T09:36:00.004-08:002023-02-02T09:36:46.494-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggdXRPVC3o4gkd3o90bLn6UPXI1K2qyWASUrU2uXfCY-ilCxbyYK8fAeLvH7dOlkLkzupA2NmnraGAhNI_BOcGiQtwtHN96EywyRNOiwFdgkS2xJx4OqbjtZzRmHcftXfrfb3ExgHpycPLeueirUeZSQquFAmEyNamtmOX9XujvFDza7QfJ2wRzZg6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="862" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggdXRPVC3o4gkd3o90bLn6UPXI1K2qyWASUrU2uXfCY-ilCxbyYK8fAeLvH7dOlkLkzupA2NmnraGAhNI_BOcGiQtwtHN96EywyRNOiwFdgkS2xJx4OqbjtZzRmHcftXfrfb3ExgHpycPLeueirUeZSQquFAmEyNamtmOX9XujvFDza7QfJ2wRzZg6" width="319" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">often it's untidy and broken things that call our names</p><p style="text-align: center;">it's fine to want to fix things, but sometimes the worn</p><p style="text-align: center;">weathered are reminders of where it is we come from</p><p style="text-align: center;">and how it is we are moving through this wild world</p><p style="text-align: center;">one foot touching the earth, dragging the other behind</p><p style="text-align: center;"> grayness presses itself against a morning sky and hearts</p><p style="text-align: center;">and all things soften and spread, and you can only say</p><p style="text-align: center;">beautiful before you begin again the search for treasures</p><p style="text-align: center;">xo</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-27519030327015394252022-12-01T03:32:00.002-08:002022-12-01T03:32:55.059-08:00And just like that...xo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6Mhx0hP8uf7NdNZzXkcni6Dqqd2ehZ-tLxY4A7Tp_egltDtbnVpr6mk81lKLXm3UEdjNRmgCD0vSet7dGjOxHttcMbIDvl9W9SMdGY7X71cFMfvTGoCXv1da_BYP6M4s7NU-VXH5JXF7zXB65GVaDiPTNUUZ02BdTKsLvYeCN2o4wXHv8os9ZoMC/s4080/PXL_20221023_213224487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6Mhx0hP8uf7NdNZzXkcni6Dqqd2ehZ-tLxY4A7Tp_egltDtbnVpr6mk81lKLXm3UEdjNRmgCD0vSet7dGjOxHttcMbIDvl9W9SMdGY7X71cFMfvTGoCXv1da_BYP6M4s7NU-VXH5JXF7zXB65GVaDiPTNUUZ02BdTKsLvYeCN2o4wXHv8os9ZoMC/s320/PXL_20221023_213224487.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">November 1, 2022</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">who am I do suggest </span><span style="color: #4d5156; font-size: 16px;">piñóns,</span><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;"> romaine lettuce, blueberries are simple foods</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">who am I to ingest the seeds of the very trees that raised me</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">and the berries that grew me wild</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">I know I am blessed</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">I know I am</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">blessed</span><br style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px;">xo</span></span></div><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: "Quattrocento Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3e3e3e; font-family: Quattrocento Sans, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span> <p></p></div>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-52586586921961357112022-08-31T04:35:00.000-07:002022-08-31T04:35:28.070-07:00<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;">SHINE</div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;">Shine was her name.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;">She wore it well.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Most say she didn't stay long enough, but I know better.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Gramma Annie told me we each come into this world with a certain number of heartbeats.</div></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;">Use 'em up, she told me when I was almost too young to understand, but now I do: I use them hard and fast. I ride my heart like an untamed filly; a long wild mane circles the sky. </div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;">I carry sugar cubes in my pockets. I paw the earth to know its rumble. xo</div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"> </div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB_lYkazs4ftPXbKT-BmJ-W5cf3NvVEadwb30lxN8KViovDrDBai8WmAJn9w007A473KlOibnQi6Ao6GzpKOvYXYbnjt0AIJMdD1ChMeQzY6rOsTPvGmEw0LGE-1YddnmxaDLjjch-uR0tHqgZtbK10zE_jVhTzFW0B-Pq8UXY2QPwU_sb9rwajLZu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="801" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB_lYkazs4ftPXbKT-BmJ-W5cf3NvVEadwb30lxN8KViovDrDBai8WmAJn9w007A473KlOibnQi6Ao6GzpKOvYXYbnjt0AIJMdD1ChMeQzY6rOsTPvGmEw0LGE-1YddnmxaDLjjch-uR0tHqgZtbK10zE_jVhTzFW0B-Pq8UXY2QPwU_sb9rwajLZu" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-69632193461938947742022-07-31T08:03:00.002-07:002022-07-31T08:03:41.171-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgs-nq9d8XXfBBBDB1ufuiH_Lwt0VgxyVn4LJtKDHHJQngi_5t1fmZJ0fUZ0CnWyO8vD2qtmUWLlp8eejp9y9Za9I4Arf6pqwUJ6LsjfFPM7oZ5uo0jgOcQXI-1evT5Ls0fC0Mu1rio6Q1lPFcHNhIDD0BY8uiTpnEJqD1IsLXUxU0mgI-F942bhOEh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="988" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgs-nq9d8XXfBBBDB1ufuiH_Lwt0VgxyVn4LJtKDHHJQngi_5t1fmZJ0fUZ0CnWyO8vD2qtmUWLlp8eejp9y9Za9I4Arf6pqwUJ6LsjfFPM7oZ5uo0jgOcQXI-1evT5Ls0fC0Mu1rio6Q1lPFcHNhIDD0BY8uiTpnEJqD1IsLXUxU0mgI-F942bhOEh" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">some things about summer are so spectacular</p><p style="text-align: center;">colors in the bright sun & the shadows at dusk</p><p style="text-align: center;">birds waking me in song at four in the morning</p><p style="text-align: center;">long days filled with time and temptations</p><p style="text-align: center;"> short nights & wild dreams I hope come true</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">xo</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-58803857238569253872022-06-01T03:14:00.001-07:002022-06-01T03:14:55.747-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAv4cr-StpGbnr8mte4EWFgffL00UlrsokqGeWLAi19peiVDsKY4TCa2wtqikLUe-zZI8HiQj_I-96aGUQ9b_wK1VtWht7Yoge8Uny5j0brI30c2tx-qgdlHzybpDXEkphi56gMYbGfyFxgy6YTmLo4Ma4ii9TeLH92Ktj_kywC_8jq6KsphWRNeF/s1366/image%20(70).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1366" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAv4cr-StpGbnr8mte4EWFgffL00UlrsokqGeWLAi19peiVDsKY4TCa2wtqikLUe-zZI8HiQj_I-96aGUQ9b_wK1VtWht7Yoge8Uny5j0brI30c2tx-qgdlHzybpDXEkphi56gMYbGfyFxgy6YTmLo4Ma4ii9TeLH92Ktj_kywC_8jq6KsphWRNeF/w394-h182/image%20(70).png" width="394" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Seeing in while looking out, is that it?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Standing at my kitchen window </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I hear song and bells. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">See the light. Wonder at faith. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I hold unseen love against my bones</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and unpolished granite stone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">A narrow path takes me where I want to go</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and trees hang over the way. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">There are flowers and weeds: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The weeds don't know the difference.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Nor do the lilies. I am still learning. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">xo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p> <p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-17362867330705551292022-04-25T12:24:00.000-07:002022-04-25T12:24:02.921-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpCtpNiJaXU1xfhXbMreCIv11h9acdgtC5iIeuWleDfXpKAESAcS3Ol5D5sU1NKqeIgU410IMfwihXuTtcmI7SpLccitiBeJ-4_rIk3WDzDBMy9lQlFDsqaYL-23RR8M2O0NauUBDb2-rhFgnKxZFTmydBmFjmjNqj-StIa0gyhyAAggQ886zjH8g/s657/image%20(72).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpCtpNiJaXU1xfhXbMreCIv11h9acdgtC5iIeuWleDfXpKAESAcS3Ol5D5sU1NKqeIgU410IMfwihXuTtcmI7SpLccitiBeJ-4_rIk3WDzDBMy9lQlFDsqaYL-23RR8M2O0NauUBDb2-rhFgnKxZFTmydBmFjmjNqj-StIa0gyhyAAggQ886zjH8g/s320/image%20(72).png" width="148" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hold on for dear life </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my grandmother, Annie </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">said to me, but not just me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me: hanging by a thread</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">up a creek, no paddle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with the last straw</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the spur of a moment</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">eating my words</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">for a new lease on life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a real piece of work</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a pie-eating grin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">singing la de da!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-10719820316393383392022-03-01T10:16:00.002-08:002022-03-01T10:16:46.461-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhydPLjXhPj0V_5CyP0Nsrg14z5lOwrEXBs89rMsqcW2TsDuEBigDWr9SYqtIDAWl74aFJ754T_UKRqRnso0YOlmfFt5pLuT1IhtGFVCne6vcCRdgXh70AcqDxjbFwmTYd9d6W-txDUVbB5Kx07g03c9RYRec2LYZp4hXbh8hd1oqJpRVv7iXpx0i5-=s7360" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4912" data-original-width="7360" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhydPLjXhPj0V_5CyP0Nsrg14z5lOwrEXBs89rMsqcW2TsDuEBigDWr9SYqtIDAWl74aFJ754T_UKRqRnso0YOlmfFt5pLuT1IhtGFVCne6vcCRdgXh70AcqDxjbFwmTYd9d6W-txDUVbB5Kx07g03c9RYRec2LYZp4hXbh8hd1oqJpRVv7iXpx0i5-=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">March 2022</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">endangered for its ivory</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">enraged for good reason</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">endless hunt for things </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">the heads on the walls</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">things we can't unsee</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">or understand but want</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">to honor and remember</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">xo </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">sculpture artist : clay babic </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-58140603980899958392021-12-31T03:27:00.004-08:002021-12-31T03:30:24.682-08:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqVdULXBHCOSyumMZYSYhhNNQDVJtNI90Qf1FtagUpkM2eDdqHLHwyXq5nBhHqypwEQwPb1URaz-DrrewUzdr_STz3j_SZhYWikJkxkE57YVsonhqmA-17ifHMQyXfyYlMu080EdYnr6w//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="1505" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqVdULXBHCOSyumMZYSYhhNNQDVJtNI90Qf1FtagUpkM2eDdqHLHwyXq5nBhHqypwEQwPb1URaz-DrrewUzdr_STz3j_SZhYWikJkxkE57YVsonhqmA-17ifHMQyXfyYlMu080EdYnr6w//" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">January 2022</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">another image to capture cold</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to feel stillness and starkness</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to know home isn't a place </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">but maybe a time in our lives </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">when we </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">need quiet and beauty</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">it takes time to witness an icicle </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">to wonder which drop will hold on</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">my hand against the windowpane</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">comes away cold with laced lines</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">my life line is curved and longer </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">on one hand</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">it's the one I reach for you with</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">x</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">o</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-39475826540488369022021-12-01T03:11:00.001-08:002021-12-01T03:11:16.952-08:00<p> </p><p style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJCQOj0LULGjBLMt5iCVqsnCbxFq9XKHvy3YuBPwO3RH935nD8L5_GjwL-QSHG5wp5FXKPr6oTP0xl6X6aDNxu7USTXok1iTAG_vELZhlFvPluDsIKdib399j_c8vXcfcsviEZNm3c9Q//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJCQOj0LULGjBLMt5iCVqsnCbxFq9XKHvy3YuBPwO3RH935nD8L5_GjwL-QSHG5wp5FXKPr6oTP0xl6X6aDNxu7USTXok1iTAG_vELZhlFvPluDsIKdib399j_c8vXcfcsviEZNm3c9Q//" width="111" /></a></p><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">December arrives in all her frosty glory hanging lace prayer shawls from trees & powerlines & the wonder & beauty teach you to shut the mouth & open the heart. The ground crunches to remind she is being walked upon. You are being held. She allows diamonds on your eyelashes & the tiny hairs in the nose you almost forgot you had. Don't Forget, she reminds: These things make the will of your life. </p><p style="text-align: left;">These are your things: Cold feet. Chapped hands in wool mittens. Slower walks. Darkness. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Do not let them go unnoticed. Cherish how she silently covers the earth & you with sparkles. </p><p style="text-align: left;">xo</p><h3 style="text-align: center;"><br /></h3>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-89913124701440565352021-10-31T10:02:00.009-07:002021-10-31T10:02:55.488-07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvKytYWNwT_acvzUDuwV2O3Xk1350Uok-LAJ_8K2LtkSeWxZSUtjdmuB8AVvFWR1QurIjDUOf3piJUvKgceF5tESWJMPlsaa95pheum4d9fdXIWXnOQERl9dPrSsFoPtdoGz6VhGiE3A/s2048/20211029_074450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1154" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvKytYWNwT_acvzUDuwV2O3Xk1350Uok-LAJ_8K2LtkSeWxZSUtjdmuB8AVvFWR1QurIjDUOf3piJUvKgceF5tESWJMPlsaa95pheum4d9fdXIWXnOQERl9dPrSsFoPtdoGz6VhGiE3A/s320/20211029_074450.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #073763;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; text-align: center;">Soul of a Tree</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small;">Heartwood</span></span></div></h3><p></p><span style="color: #073763; font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing can be healed </div></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">until you lean into it. </div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">The woods know </div></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">the secret, </div></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">you see it often; </div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> quiet wisdom, </div></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">nakedness, </div></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> the trust of falling.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> xo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-49820644663562297102021-10-04T13:16:00.000-07:002021-10-04T13:16:43.762-07:00October 2021<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAti83lJfYJwEThdHa5HnyE_PIBwYCER2Hns7ejEs4FJpog3cPBZm1bY80nQxaNZ4Ji9gshxJu0BYXKHPkRhlBU_3OPIlLtOs4bHRghqbL9ZKwYS-wV1ZgVEs_5HZc0hoYEJ60Xs8aok/s4032/20210926_102907.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="1860" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAti83lJfYJwEThdHa5HnyE_PIBwYCER2Hns7ejEs4FJpog3cPBZm1bY80nQxaNZ4Ji9gshxJu0BYXKHPkRhlBU_3OPIlLtOs4bHRghqbL9ZKwYS-wV1ZgVEs_5HZc0hoYEJ60Xs8aok/w120-h259/20210926_102907.heic" width="120" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">More than More</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">stands and ropes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">forever precious </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">memories of her</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> teeth across </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">luster & shine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">salt and rain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">licking lips </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">placing jewels</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> over her head</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">eyes sparkling</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then my turn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-38281789950447927882021-08-31T05:25:00.000-07:002021-08-31T05:25:38.659-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZek2FkovhT1rOm8LQsQubomFnn6bpVN797Yygjol2gtFtZSKLeLwTcSbo71YfaazkPQ-4IX3k4llyFFqbw5ogfPV5cpejrAv5xvnHuhFvG0heI_AlfN9T_Mq16gyxW9NYdkdMbzi_nPc//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="1024" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZek2FkovhT1rOm8LQsQubomFnn6bpVN797Yygjol2gtFtZSKLeLwTcSbo71YfaazkPQ-4IX3k4llyFFqbw5ogfPV5cpejrAv5xvnHuhFvG0heI_AlfN9T_Mq16gyxW9NYdkdMbzi_nPc//" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">September 2021</p><div style="text-align: center;">light shifts with a page turn<br />there: summer & now we are here<br />shorter days - longer shadows<br />searching for things that hang on<br />soon it will be gold leaves</div><div style="text-align: center;">now: whatever is within reach</div><div style="text-align: center;">our hearts are blown glass</div><div style="text-align: center;">hanging from taunt strings</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913528542231822461.post-69984231264351435712021-08-03T10:30:00.000-07:002021-08-03T10:30:11.350-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-7btybeB4b1gbGfq7tRafYisRAqD9-Wz6Q3tVAm8FAA3IhwUFKHzyQUg9J_AtGnWRzGA0idTvP_crNg8QeOxsorOOFhGnMK3Y_-EgYljg4FZNUu_2xHd_LLclMeyjmaI7Z13ycOf75Q//" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="1505" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-7btybeB4b1gbGfq7tRafYisRAqD9-Wz6Q3tVAm8FAA3IhwUFKHzyQUg9J_AtGnWRzGA0idTvP_crNg8QeOxsorOOFhGnMK3Y_-EgYljg4FZNUu_2xHd_LLclMeyjmaI7Z13ycOf75Q//" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">August 2021</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Several weeks ago I witnessed largeness </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me a shadow of self miles from home </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">if such a place exists I don't know it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> here or soon or a thing from before</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I remember my mother-in-law as one</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">who smelled of raspberries & radishes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">& the earth she plucked them from</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dark soil on the knees of her denim capris</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">her lip-smack as she took the first taste</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">her smile when something was gone</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">emptied: the satisfaction she shared</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">her gingham blouse thread worn & clean</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">contentment she wore like a precious jewel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a sit on the front porch in the wicker rocker</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the boards under her feet smooth and shiny</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">like her and what she left behind</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>pattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00695292506220632500noreply@blogger.com0