(Posted by Jennifer)
We’ve had another birthday in our new land—now everyone but Michael has gotten a year older in
To top off the celebration, we let the kids stay up late to celebrate Naomi’s birthday with a lunar eclipse. Cuddling together under the covers, we read from the book of letters I've been writing to Naomi since before she was born. We read entries from birthdays in Cambridge, birthdays in Washington, and we laughed at all the references to how hot it was. Long after they were in bed, I sat on my bedroom floor huddled in a blanket and looked out the window (too cold to watch from outside) and watched the moon glow red—us watching our own light reflected back on us. Here are pictures today from my evening commute—the sunset walk along the beach from the train station (life’s tough)—and from Naomi’s birthday. By the way, if any of you want to make a big girl happy, you might pop Naomi a happy birthday email (naomicgberger@yahoo.com). We’ve gotten two presents and three cards in the mail, but yesterday she was feeling quite far from home on her birthday—something we each feel on these celebrations. But mostly we’re forward-looking here—to the Big Party on the weekend, to planting our new lemon tree in our new back yard, to seeing whether the apple tree is in bloom. There are castle cakes to bake and potions to mix and charms to produce. And sunset and sunrise walks on the beach. Not a bad life.
3 comments:
I love the magic you make.
Sorry for my absence. I've been doing time. Burned down a publishing house. Got caught.
I'm thinking of you. How are you doing darling? What was it the publisher finally needed? Is that your kind of music?
I find a kind of bliss in going deeper and reworking ideas. There is healing and clarity there among the confusion. I watch my process. It takes time. But we have plenty of it. Time is life. Time loves us and is patient.
My feeling is that as we grow the paradox of 'more is less' comes into play. The more complex we become, the less sophisticated and vulnerable are the parts we recover. Yet these are our greatest gold and we must love them as they teach us to take ourselves lightly and kindly.
With love,
Patsy
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