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Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people
who have come alive.” ~ Howard Thurman
Monthly Archives: November 2014
Week 44, The 52 Project
Mother and Daughter in Costume
It can’t believe that there are only eight weeks left in 2014 and The 52 Project. It seems as though I began this project yesterday. My intention for joining the project was to force myself to take more photos of my g’children and to improve my photo-taking skills. As is often the case, things didn’t happen as intended. With my g’children so scattered, on many occasions, I had to rely on photos taken by their parents. In any case, I have amassed almost one year of documented weekly photos of most of my little loves.
Anyway, this week, I bring to you a photo from our most recent holiday, Halloween. Both my daughter, B., and g’daughter, D., love the holiday. They begin preparing their costumes months before Halloween. In this photo, they are showing off their costumes before beginning the fun of trick or treating. As you can see, mother and daughter are quite happy that the day as arrived to début their carefully chosen costumes.
Creative Writing Saturday
English: A red rose with dewdrops Français : Une rose rouge avec des gouttes de rosée (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Your Laughter
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die. ~ Pablo Neruda
seeking querencia 