Tag: childhood

• Into a Pile of Books Today, I Kind of Just Dove In…

  

  This is Peeko’s back to school photo, ‘tho he should be in focus…He loves literature and poetry, esp. the playful childrens’ rhyme kind. But he also doesn’t have a set class time, and he may walk out when he wants to. Happy to dive into the box and pretend to spook the viewer! I wasn’t […]

  09/26/2022 5:47 pm

  childhood, childrens books, lovingkindness, meditation, memoir, memoir stories, peeko, poetry, silence, uplifting, yoga

• Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

  

  Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and […]

  04/15/2022 8:56 am

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• My Birthday Celebration and the Mystery of a Very Fun Gift Coincidence

  

  about Feb. 19th I enjoy a bright green leaf to chew, leaf of choice is parsley, and I can better care for the fresh leaves over the week with more experience, and that container I’d painted myself yrs ago…It’s brought me such a good feeling to see even ’tho I’d often be very critical of […]

  02/20/2022 6:14 pm

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• A Moon So Near

  

  Before dawn, the moon so close to my face and near to my gaze; I closed my eyes and slept some more, smiling within. This morning… ‘Rumi’ black tea with a splash of almond milk in a teacup my Grandma gave me and Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay, a gift I so welcomed […]

  01/27/2022 7:24 am

  20th century, 21st century, boston, brooklyn, childhood, edna st. vincent millay, grandma jean, maine, medieval era, meditation, memoir, memoir stories, moon, morningtime, my photography, my sister, new york city, novels, poetic, poets, rumi, sky, tea

• My Vacation with a Book, a Cup, and Plum Village

  

  I am on vacation at home. After cleaning and vacuuming and hanging up the new laundry out of the dryer, I continued mindfulness practices on the Plum Village app this afternoon, a community I’d found years ago whose meditations and teachings I’ve found so clear and beautifully expressed and a very enjoyable app. Some of […]

  01/21/2022 6:01 pm

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• A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon

  

  Somehow I’d been looking at old posts and happened to come across a post in which I’d shared an article in a periodical I’d found written by May Ziadeh as I was moving through translating her first book of poems, Flowers of a Dream. I hadn’t read it then, had saved it for much later, […]

  08/09/2021 1:21 pm

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• If You Find Valentine’s Day Lacking Originality

  Taken just near my home this past spring 🙂 If you find Valentine’s Day lacking originality or a little too predictable in your newsfeed, St. Patrick’s Day is next to come. I am Italian not Irish, but I remember learning about Ireland as a child and immediately looking for four leaf clovers in any patch […]

  02/13/2021 1:55 pm

  celtic, childhood, music, my photography

• Because

  Here is something unconventional for you I am three years old here And yes, I am a duck This was from my dancing school recital I went there for two years * I’ve just written an about page for this blog You can view it here To find that page and any other links, switching […]

  02/09/2021 1:25 pm

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• Early Life

  Me at age 2. This is so 80s. I loved that horse. And the Care Bear. I was afraid of the flash on the camera so was looking down.  In a yoga pose here, long before I knew what yoga was: “bound angle.” Just born, photo at the hospital, probably thinking of something deep or poetic.  […]

  02/04/2021 6:21 pm

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• A Beach, A Girl, And A Little Girl, Pt. 2

  Hull, MA at sunset, I took this picture this past summer I have been thinking about the beach this weekend. I had recently written a post titled, “A Beach, A Girl, And A Little Girl” and more came to me yesterday that I’d like to write. I was trying to remember what Danielle liked to […]

  01/31/2021 1:42 pm

  beach, childhood, memoir stories, my photography

• A Beach, A Girl, and A Little Girl

  I took this photo at Cape Cod this past fall 2020 I often walked alone beside the ocean at this beach in New York, thinking, dreaming, picking up shells and shiny rocks, and gazing at the waves. I also spent time with some friends there my sister and I knew from school. Sadly, they weren’t […]

  01/16/2021 3:22 pm

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• A Plate That Holds Half A Ring

  I love memorable things. I love meaningful objects that remind me of someone, maybe they gave it to me, or someone else gave it to me after they had passed away, or even just something I had seen on my own and found beautiful, whether I bought it from a store or found it on […]

  10/25/2020 10:16 pm

  beach, childhood, memoir stories, my mystical experiences, my photography

• August 8, 1988: Coming Home

  Twenty four years ago today, I was two years old and was moving into a new home with my family in Brooklyn, New York.  August eighth comes again; this time, I’m living elsewhere (in a small town in Massachusetts), contemplating the meaning of a childhood home, feeling both distant from and near to the child […]

  08/08/2012 1:19 pm

  childhood, life, wisdom

• Author of the Day: Jane Kenyon

  It’s often been said that those who write poetry should also read poetry.  It is creatively and emotionally nourishing to read another’s work with appreciation and to take time to think about what makes the poem so good.  My favorite writers are those I can come to again and again and find new ways to […]

  07/18/2011 4:13 pm

  catholic, childhood, Jane Kenyon, michigan, poetry, poetry books, poets