Beatles Crazy

friday morning

a day to give thanks

gonna surround myself with all things beatles and do just that

if all beatle's songs were taken away except for one,

which one would you beg to keep?

here's mine.

~*X*~

gypsy dreamin'

~To the Road of Magic

where truth and happiness

grow from seeds~

I have a couple of weeks off call and a baaad case of road trip fever.

Any suggestions??

pockets full of sand

Lindsay called. She's loving PP&M today.

She said: Mom, text Briana. Tell her to go find Mary Travers.

Great idea.

Jet planes and leaving and goodbyes and other worlds

Sending off or flying out

I wonder which is harder

So I best be on my way, in the early morning rain. . .

5 Alive!

Hurray for Pretzel!

really don't know clouds at all

I've heard this song thousands of times. Over 40 years of Joni, Judy . . . others.

Today, just today, for the very first time I listened to it.

Wisdom. I thought my vessel held you. Today, not so much.

playing house

A baby girl was born yesterday.

In a cabin.

In the mountains.

In Utah.

from my journal. . .

a mother is about to be born. K, young, doing this for the first time, is all about beauty and power. her baby girl is getting closer. i picture little H, perched like a pixie in another realm waiting for her moment to slide into this cabin cozy world. her daddy has her first pair of skis ready. yeah, that's how i see her. like a little skier in the gate waiting for the "go" sign. the fireplace is gently warming the room and somewhere norah jones is singing. an aunt stands above in the loft snapping us up with the nikon. M is whispering all the right thoughts in his lovely's ear.

sarah and i hold the space as good midwives do, knowing that very soon even more power will rock this young woman to her core.

i miss briana. our last work day together was here. she in red boots, me in old birks. M shuttled us in by snowmobile.

i love sarah. we are here. together. a long way from home. a long way from where we started.

peace to you baby H.

we will catch you.

And then she was born. Her daddy brought her up out of the birthing water.

There was something about this one. So dreamy. So blissful.

Is it because this mom and this dad are not holding their fantasy life out for someday? He lights the fire. Now. She places the flowers. Now.

I'm gonna carry the magic of this one for a long time.

Now matters. Our memories and our future depend on how we live Now.

Lucky you Baby H. You are going to Live and Laugh and Love hard, Now.

greeeeef

It comes, uninvited.

I'm learning to let it in, short visits.

I don't say much, just "I miss her."

It finally leaves.

Then I make mental promises, things I'm going to do, never going to do.
Maybe I'll invite it to come over. Make a party of it.

Maybe we can become friends. At least I will feel. Something.