Skynet goes online at 8:11pm tonight

I think I will go get a haircut...

04.11.2011 Wm and I

Untitled - Cooperative Poetry
A court jester
Cajoling the cheerful tunes
of long lost bloom and leaf
His instrument of strings
and laughter
Ringing through the ever noise-battered court
The noise gives way to melody
Wm/clw

love you Wm

Way to Go Elizabeth!

The Room 203 Students of the Month for April are:
Annabelle
Kale
Max
Elizabeth
Congratulations kids!


WOOT!

unwinding...

thank you Merritt for freeing up my drop spindle by building me a niddy noddy...it's not a lot of yarn, but a few more spindles full and I will have most of a nice hat for Linda :)

Lens check...

We act and react based on the decisions we have made about ourselves and others.  It's the lens with which we view the world.   What do I believe about myself, and what do I do to support that belief? What do I do that is counter to that belief or make it so that others do not believe what I do about myself?  Days like these make me ask this about myself.  They harden my resolve to do the right thing; to live right and to fight for who and what I love.  We come into this world for one reason and one reason only, to bring the darkness into light, so lift it up.

03.28.11 Genius! Thank You

Following are two poems that William (10 years old) and I wrote, passing the paper back and forth between us.  His prose are in italics.  The depth and emotive connotations of his prose are genius!  Thank you William for sharing yourself with me and thank you for not minding that I post them here.  Your voice is what I look forward to hearing more of.

Untitled
A hermit stands in the rain
Listening to sounds of nature
Ignoring the lonely pain
of missed opportunity

Rain drumming relentless,
freely repentless
like the sounds of a parade
through the forest pervade
wrw/clw


_________

Untitled
Trees,
Are life forms
without true gorms
except listening


Listening,
to rain repentless
to the rivers
of the forest


Rivers tumbling across
a landscape ever changing
timeless in its essence
one river from beginning to end

Snow,
like sharp cold daggers
piercing through your skin
though soft, but though hard
as the long-frozen rivers
timeless


Seasons changing
from cold to warm
tulip tongues poking through
the frost, not lingering
gives way to sunshine

The salvation of tired and cold and sore
gives their futile attempts closer to the warmth
of the fresh grass bed
o'er mighty rivers and gurgling streams


wrw/clw


I miss you so much, William, and am looking forward to when we can go to the beach again.

Happy Monday (yeah right)

Been a pretty good weekend and today my girl has a day off.  We were going to go on our annual beach hike this past weekend but Goodman and Mosquito Creeks were impassable by mere mortals such as ourselves.  So, instead, we slept in a lot.  On Saturday I attended a wake for a high school friend and despite the reason for getting together, it was very cool seeing old friends.  To me they all looked the same for the most part!

My knitting and spinning have relapsed into non-existence lately.  I am eagerly awaiting my new niddy noddy which my friend Merritt is making me so that I can set the twist on what I have on my spindle and start again.

I want to go spend a chunk of change on new yarn too but have the opportunity to get my truck out of the garage (again dammit!).