Be... Dream... Play...

dia de los meurtos - alive and well...

the veil is thin today

warm,

calm,

shimmering...

golden coins

still cling

to tree tops...

I feel the dance

pushing me

to stay outside

clinging

just like those sun-lit leaves

to one more day

just one more day

of fall

in all its fullness

alas...

for me

the day of the dead season

represents poignant transitions

many of them joyfull and life altering:

my husband's birthday,

our wedding anniversary,

and the birth of my greatest teacher

my son

who is 16 today...

(deep sigh)

in years past

I have straddled the veil

in other ways

remembering

loved ones,

the circle of life,

dancing cheek to cheek

with the mystery

one

shimmering, golden bloom

in this chain of marigolds...

 

xox - eb.

 

 

 

wabi sabi wood and stone...

one year

Jill and I dressed up

in the silk pajamas

sent to us

from Aunt Rose in San Francisco

Grandma braided black stockings

that hung down our necks - queue-like

she pinned these

to our temporarily darkened blonde hair

applied copious amounts of eyeliner

and tiny touches of pink lipstick...

memory

furthermore suggests

that I have consumed large amounts of sugar products

successfully disguised as:

a beatnik

with black beret, gray sweatshirt, bongos

and cigarette holder;

a clown

(judging by the photos) - inspired by a perm gone bad 

and a hippie

anything went here - (ahem),

and somehow

(Mom???) cheeks were always rouged...

my son who turns 16 tomorrow

is - at this very moment

Superman in a Clark Kent suit

(no rouge)

he once was:

Harry Potter

a dead ringer you might say,

a mad scientist

orange wig, a stick-on mustache variety pack

(luckily he carried the extras in the candy sack

as they had a habit of dropping off the sugar-coated upper lip)

and various other mixed personaes

yesterday we stacked wood

today I gathered stones

on a warmish hazy beach

wood and stone

wabi sabi

happy Halloween...

 

xox - eb.

 

grace...

yesterday

in my yoga class

Heidi's theme was

making space for grace

allowing grace

to come into our lives

allowing space

for grace...

Grace

is my Grandmother's name

and she holds

a very special place

in my space

for sure...

how

do you

make space for grace?

xox - eb.