Flying Tortillas, Jerry Bruckheimer, and
A Four-Generation-Graduation Party....

What a wonderful, dizzying, delicious, laughter-drenched weekend we had! Dave and Corryn were in town with little Nathan for Meggawatt's graduation from the U. We had so much fun doing nothing but just being, and just being together. I never laugh so hard as when we're together, and my laughter is never quite as sweet as when it is shared with them.

We swam with Nathan on his first trip to the pool (8 months old!), ate more than I care to recall, drank good wine (and the boys good whiskey), celebrated a success of Megs, laughed, and threw a rather dashing party. People, by the end of the evening, were just lounging on blankets on the lawn. It was classic.

I fell in love with little Nathan. He is now the apple of my eye, and man alive, that boy can smile. Who knew that giving a baby a bath in the kitchen sink could make for such entertainment?

Can't wait to be back with them once again, and my life will feel just that much fuller.

Risk

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.


Anaïs Nin

Isn't that just the loveliest?
http://www.anaisnin.com/home.html

Sometimes in my life I have felt like I was drunk on words. Is that poetry's power? I found a fabulous link to a poetry site. It is pretty mainstream, but its a start for me. I just want to dip my toes in this enormous sea of words, and this site seems to help: http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/

There is a link to the poem of the day, which ought to be a decent way to start to familiarize myself with some of the biggies out there. My sister is a fan of Charles Bukowski, but he seems rather harsh to me.

I had a boyfriend once who wrote me the most devestating poems when we had broken-up. I have never felt like I had been slapped in the face, and I swear I can still feel the sting sometimes. I think it was really an exposed and vulnerable place to be.