My Piano Man Captures a Sweet Family Moment

My in-laws’ garden grows all sorts of beauties. This summer, we were greeted by bright roses, fragrant basil, and a black-eyed Susan dressed in blushing autumnal yum.

The garden was the center of this year’s vacation. My Piano Man spent most of his time building a raised garden bed. Watching him work was fun and then some… *giggles*.

Yes, I helped. I needed a socially acceptable reason to have fun with a sledgehammer, an ax, a cutter mattock, a shovel…

Don’t believe that it was all work. There was county fair enjoyment, birthday celebration, sunset delight, relaxing at the beach…

…the Little Princess made herself into art and everything.

My favorite picture from the trip: while my Piano Man tries to capture a sweet family moment (he shared his intent), the Little Princess completely ignores him (she was busy screaming at crows), my in-laws don’t hear him (they were looking at a barge that was transporting a house), I show my maturity and attentiveness by sticking my tongue out. But, be honest, he is so handsome that you probably wouldn’t have noticed us anyway.

Our trip to Friday Harbor is always the perfect end to the summer. It gets us ready for the madness to come. October is nuts around here—fall shows for my Piano Man, pre-winter tests for me, and Nature doing her yearly striptease… one leaf at a time. Perfect.

 

I Am Found

I’ve been poetizing at the beach. There’s something about sun and sand and waves that touches the skin and makes the soul happier. The ocean has been too cold for swimming, but perfectly hot for poetry and wild dreams made of want and ink (and magnets *cough*).

This wee jar carries magnetized words
from Poe and Freud—

dark fun with psychology in it *giggles*.

I emptied the jar in my hat,
touched the words…
and let them touch me back.

The words aligned themselves into a poem bit:
“Without your storm, my strange is lost.”
I know, my sweet darlings! I thought at them.

At some point, I lost the word “lost”,
and then found it lounging with another treasure.
Birds of a feather, I tell you.

After poetizing, I leaned back, welcomed the kiss of the sun,
got drunk in Nature’s warmth,
conjured some of my favorite words to mind…
and the rest was bliss,
word-bliss waiting to be inked into poetry.

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a wee note…
– To those of you who have asked about the part of New York I’m currently in, well… I’m not. I have been dancing around the San Juan Islands, kissing words right on the mouth, twirling under sun and moon, rejoicing in Nature’s treasures, delighting in the gift of being me.  When I get home, I’ll write a yummy post about the trip.

Driftwood, Sun, Smiles and Stones

“The sun is gone, but I have a light.” ~ Kurt Cobain

Yesterday was a tough day for me. The side effects of my medications started dancing with the symptoms of a nasty cold, and my body was a mess of dizziness, sneezes and nausea… No fun, I tell you. I considered going out for a walk—the sun was so bright and yesterday was supposed to be our last summery day. I put on some shorts, a t-shirt, and I think I almost got a foot in a sock before the nausea said that I was going nowhere but to bed. I know not to argue with nausea.

I tried to sleep for a while, but my brain wasn’t having any of that. So I went for the next best thing—I looked at photographs from our recent trip to Friday Harbor. This is one of the reasons I love pictures (and stories) so much. When our flesh and bones can’t take us where we want to go, photos and tales offer a glorious alternative. Do you revisit your pictures often?

The photo below, of my Piano Man and my Mother-in-Law, is one of my favorites from the trip. I love the colors, the huge smiles, the driftwood and sun, and the fact that it tells me exactly what my Piano Man is going to look like when we are older and even more awesome.
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I collected most of these stones very near to where my Piano Man and my Mother-in-Law were sitting. I’m thinking about painting some of them… I must get some paint markers first.
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While collecting my stony treasures, I noticed my Piano Man and the Little Princess through a pile of driftwood. She was about to get in the water. It was freezing, but the sun was yummy.
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The Little Princess shivered in the waves, and I searched for some of Nature’s latest crafty pieces.
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After that, I spend some time watching the waves claim a ginormous piece of wood (my Piano Man might’ve given the waves a hand… and a foot).
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It was a wonderful day, in South Beach with my loves… And by the time I was done reliving the trip through the pictures, my nausea was gone, I was smiling, and I was able to sleep. “The sun is gone, but I have a light.” I have many lights—in photos, in tales… in you, my Wicked Luvs.