Sabbath on the Page #2

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Red in the blueberries, bidding farewell to the season Red on my table, my plate, and in a bowl (a bounty of tomatoes–all shapes and sizes) The red Cardinal Flower, last blooms in the garden Red near the park as the maples mark the cooler days And the best red I’ve read…
Mt. Rainier, WA state, Paradise side I blame her for this. I blame her for these can’t-miss tears. These every-time-I-read-her-posts tears, that dry on my skin and keep me choked up, that blow my world apart and make me want to say, ‘This does not fit.’ This. This world, with its horrors right where I live and merciless children killing their grandparents in my own…
The family of goldfinches crest over the roof above my head. Their -V- of flight dismantles as they land branch by branch in the green, bright yellow coloring invisible to my eye. Morning has begun. The world wakes up and it is always the birds’ job to tell me so, messengers flinging notes aloft–I catch…
I grew up in Southern California, in the ‘shadow’ of Disneyland. My husband’s uncle owned a home on the street behind the Park and we often sat on the hoods of our cars and watched the fireworks over the trees. They appeared at 9:00 on the dot every night in the summer. Some things…
NOT me, but my talented, plate juggling sister Laurie, mentioned below Serving is a First Class Business I was born and raised in Southern California, within bicycling and fireworks-watching distance of Disneyland. The summer I was 15-going-on-16, (the oldest of 5 children), my mother became a single parent. It was 1968 and she was barely making ends meet. Way…
photo credit In the ending scene of ‘The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe’, Aslan is tied to the stone table, left to die. As mice furiously chew the ropes that bind him, Lucy and Susan turn away to watch the dawn. Suddenly there is a deafening ‘crack!’ “like…