Saturday, September 29, 2007

Thursday, September 27, 2007


happy (what would have been) 70th birthday, mom.
here are a few of your favorite things......

Saoirse with Hope
Caoily with Strength
Bennett with Adventure
Grant with Courage

Thank you for teaching me the value of character rather than the value of things.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007


sometimes, when i don't really feel like
i spend my time with

(non-prophet-be sure to check the link-you'll love these!)

am i the only one who felt sorry for the coyote, who didn't laugh when he went careening over the edge for the five thousandth time, who wanted the road runner to get his ass kicked-just once?

Thursday, September 20, 2007

jesus loves porn stars

I am now the proud owner of a t-shirt that says just that. It cost me 15 bucks, but after Ron Jeremy signed it, I figured it at least tripled in value. Here's a blurry pic of him signing it, and one of ron & me having a tender moment.

Shove Chapel was filled to what I'm sure qualifies as unsafe-by-fire-code standards. Every available space had bodies in it, most of them college-aged porn fans. You could just feel the hormones in the hot, stuffy air. Craig Gross made some fairly valid points, and his ministry has a place in the world, I suppose. (And he is really, really HOT, I might add!)

In the debate, Ron was funny, gracious, and honest. In person, he was warm and huggable and smelled like some unnameable cologne that an old man might wear.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

ode to oregon

Two days ago, I was only a few miles from here, but I chose to go here instead. With my brother. So many memories. His. Mine. Ours. Memories of being born again, huckleberry pancakes, unknown daughters, skinny dipping, sore feet, speared trout, freedom, fire, good pot....

It's scary, really, how big the world is there, with life dying right before your eyes, and death making a bridge, a carpet, a path, a home. If I counted all the cells in the forest, I wondered, would the balance come out in favor of life or death? It's complicated. Consider the tree:
center heartwood - dead
middle sapwood-alive
outer bark - dead

Shall we have a reading, then?
How about something from the diary of Opal Whiteley?

From Opal: The Journal of an Understanding Heart

I heard the mama calling.
She did send me in a hurry to the woodshed.
She wanted two loads of wood.
The first load I brought in a hurry.
The second load I brought not so.
I did pick up all the sticks my arms could hold.

I looked long looks at them.
I did have thinks about the tree
they all were before they got chopped up.
I did wonder how I would feel
if I was a very little piece of wood
that got chopped out of a very big tree.
I did think that it would have hurt my feelings.
I felt the feelings of the wood.
They did have a very sad feel.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

thank you grammar lady!

ode to bloomers

Some bloom early. They
know, like all sentient beings, the
anxious awaits of beating hearts after the
brown months. Their
gifts are innocence and perfume and a small immutable

Some bloom late. They
know how to wait for the
gray to align with the
restless breathing of tired lungs. Their
gifts are memory and no regrets and there’s still

ode to late bloomers

Saturday, September 8, 2007

rip mrs l'engle

without a period
as you wanted it
no end for you
only endless tesseracts now
thank you
grade 6
here I sit
this same cover in my hands
my father's black leather ethan allen recliner
and the living room
dissolving into another world
other worlds

"If I have something that is too difficult for adults to swallow, then I will write it in a book for children."
-Madeleine L'Engle, Nov. 29, 1918-Sept. 6, 2007