Sunday, September 25, 2016

Music



Beating in fingers
Thrumming through minds
Soothing and stirring
Ever it winds

Changing forever
Its own self remaining
Traveling always
Never taming

Throbbing like a heartbeat
Ripple up and down
Moving through lines with grace
And resting unbound

Rivulets of sound
Vibrations that soar
Dancing without feet
A joyous roar

Heart-strings and brain-waves
Kettles that blow
Movement and timbre
Tempest and slow

Pierced by horns
Strings pull you in
Keys open eyes
Wood sways with wind

Pattering rhythms
Shattering walls
Like laughter and rivers
Commended to all

Penetrating edges
Fluttering heights
Cascading onward
Like a shower of lights

Tumbling jewels
Like notes on a string
Gift to the eardrums

I make the world sing

original work by Olivia, all rights reserved


Saturday, September 24, 2016

Deep Breath


I'm unwinding from a crazy day. The morning was nice. Woke up at the parent's house and puttered about getting breakfast (bacon!) and putting stuff together so that I could head home before long. Mama and I were able to chat a little, and I look forward to a slightly longer and more relaxed visit sometime soon.

After driving back to the cities, I headed to work, and that's where the day got laughably crazy. But I'm home again now, and I have a pot of rice on the stove. I'm boiling an egg, and listening to my Breath playlist. I think perhaps a movie is in order. And lots of sitting.

I'm excited to be able to go to church tomorrow!

It was a gorgeous fall day out-of-doors today. I didn't get much chance to experience it except early this morning when I took a stroll through Dad's gardens. I startled a rabbit out of the herbs, and picked a few peppers from the veggie patch.

As I drove I saw the trees beginning to turn various colors. A lone goose flew overhead and took my breath away with the stark autumn glory of it all. Flocks of grackles and murmurations of starlings swooped through the air, and the sky continued softly grey. There was just enough of a cool, buffeting breeze that I was able to wear my gold corduroy jacket; and my turquoise scarf blew about and flew behind me very artistically.

I looked up from the road and saw an American flag flapping against the darkening sky, above me on an overpass. It made me smile involuntarily with gladness at the hopeful sight.
I also cried while listening to Burn Us Up.

And my day was lightened with laughter by a little Archie Goodwin:

"I was aware, from tones and expressions and the atmosphere, that we were at a crisis, but I didn't know what kind, so all I could do was meet his eyes and look loyal and confident and absolutely intrepid."

-The Black Mountain, by Rex Stout

It's even funnier in context. You really should get the audiobook. The voice is unbeatable.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Overnight in the country

Here's some art I was working on last night for my niece's fourth birthday. (Eventually to become Rapunzel from Tangled.)

Today I worked in the morning. It was crazy busy for a while and I absolutely loved it. It slowed down toward noon, and I headed home soon after. Threw together some things for an overnight trip and hopped in the shower before Ben came.
When he got off work and showered and grabbed stuff too, he came and picked me up and we headed down the road toward the Parent's home. We had a great talk in the car.
Driving through the country I was thinking about city and country. I'm very glad to be living in the city right now, and so far wouldn't change it. But it's great to have a country-place and small town to come back to for holidays and all that.
This time it was to celebrate a bunch of family and extended family birthdays. It was a chance to see Sis and the nieces and nephews, to see more of the extendeds, to spend a night in Mom and Dad's house again.
And for the boys, a chance to get up ridiculously early tomorrow morning to go hunting for ducks and geese.
Just in the last day or so the world has changed it's face and become autumnal. Trees begin to change. There are a few sodden leaves on the sidewalks. Crazy rainstorms sweep through, leaving the sky cloudy, and the air wet. The lighting is different. Fall is here.

Tis Autumn

Can't believe I forgot to post this last night! . * :



"Life starts all over again when it get's crisp in fall." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

dressing up the house
Do listen to some Vince Guaraldi, and breathe in the brisk air, and feel free to have a Pumpkin Latte, or some cider, just because.
and myself for the occasion
 The first day of fall and the Baggins' Birthdays! I made molasses cookies and seedcake before I headed off to work...
Carrying on family traditions!

"Bilbo and Frodo happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. 'You have better come and live here, Frodo my lad,' said Bilbo one day; 'and then we can celebrate our birthday-parties comfortably together.'" --A Long Expected Party, The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien
when you work over teatime: Earl Grey and Seedcake

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Quiet days

 “The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured cosiness.” code of the woosters Wodehouse

 pumpkin curry soup and plum cake
 getting ready for the first day of fall tomorrow, made some pumpkin chocolate chip muffins as well.
 thunderstorms and cozy evenings

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Inhabiting

Links I enjoyed today:

Vikings highlights

Nigella cooking-shows
love her wise words at 16:13-16:35

Sarah's new post

Fried rice for yesterday's after work hot supper

breakfast this morning

Plum cake:






must have curry and thai soups
goodies for deliciousness with less dairy

for seedcake!
lovely packaging


gotta love the library

Monday, September 19, 2016

Wodehouse gems

Of New York:
In the tramcars they were absolutely standing on each other's necks. Going to business or something, I take it. Wonderful johnnies! The odd part of it was that after the first shock of seeing all this frightful energy the thing didn't seem so strange. I've spoken to fellows since who have been to New York, and they tell me they found it just the same. Apparently there's something in the air, either the ozone or the phosphates or something, which makes you sit up and take notice. A kind of zip, as it were. A sort of bally freedom, if you know what I mean, that gets into your blood and bucks you up, and makes you feel that—God's in His Heaven: All's right with the world, and you don't care if you've got odd socks on.

Gussie feeling poetic:
The early fall,' said Gussie, who is a bit of a poet in his way, 'is vaudeville's springtime. All over the country, as August wanes, sparkling comediennes burst into bloom, the sap stirs in the veins of tramp cyclists, and last year's contortionists, waking from their summer sleep, tie themselves tentatively into knots. What I mean is, this is the beginning of the new season, and everybody's out hunting for bookings.'

Sunday, September 18, 2016

The sky is enormous today.


I worked again today, which I've really got to stop. I miss church. But besides that it's been nice. I was able to make it through my shift on only about three hours of sleep the night before. And then promptly came home and napped for a couple of hours.

Yesterday was a busy day. I set up a bank account--adulting for the win! And I dressed like an adult--my favorite teal sweater and black skinny-jeans. I went to Target... I ordered boots online to replace my sadly fully-broken combat boots. And then I went into work for my shift, closed up the coffeeshop, and headed to fellowship with friends.

A sad farewell to a new friend. A blessed time of food, and amusing games, sharing memories, praying over our friend Rabo. I haven't been able to spend much time with him and don't know him as well as the others, or as well as I hope to some day. But it was a blessing to be a part of that send off, and share in that time. I could feel the bereft-ness of his leaving that circle, and I prayed silently that God would fill that with himself, and his presence, and his love in us. He did and he will.

Be blessed as you travel home my friend, into a new chapter!

And as the evening grew late we gathered round the campfire. We talked, and I got to read some poetry and riddles. We told silly stories (with and without Larry), and a few songs, but not too many as it was now the middle of the night. A few more joined after work, and after flying home from across the country. It was a wonderful time, and I didn't want to leave. So I stayed till very late, crept home and into my bed this morning, and slept for a while before work.

I've been listening to the Fellowship of the Ring on my drives these days. I'm coming to one of my favorite parts--the third, fourth, and fifth chapters: Three is Company, A Shortcut to Mushrooms, and A Conspiracy Unmasked. I love them all, but bits of this book just swell in my memory with joy and hope and feeling.
And before long.... Strider. Yes.

I finally got pumpkin from the store, so as soon as I'm not quite so tired, I'll make all manner of things. When I get some chocolate chips, I'll make muffins, when I get some chicken broth, I'll make pumpkin soup. And until then I'll make pumpkin pancakes. After next week (the 22nd--first day of autumn AND the Baggins birthdays!) I will make molasses cookies and pumpkin pie and delve into ALL things fall.

I could say more I'm sure, but for now that's all. Take care,

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Friday, September 16, 2016

the one thing that I know

 
It's in the wine we drink
Dirty dishes in the kitchen sink
And the lights go out till the sun comes up
We are not alone
It's in the miles we drive
Never having to say goodbye
To the things we tell each other
Without saying a word
You are the one thing that I know.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

September

Those crisp September days are beginning--when the morning breezes buffet the steam coming from your tea and threaten to cool down your breakfast too quickly. It's that first autumnal awakening, when my senses are aroused, my feelings stirred, my memories and thoughts come more clearly, falling into patterns that I can touch and express.

Poetry returns to my soul with the first cold rainstorms, sweatshirt weather, and the honking of geese. And I welcome it with open arms, drifting into consciousness in the morning with a waft of missing my parents--the strong, caring lines of my dad's face, his glasses and hard work... The thoughtful, busy mind, and smiling enthusiasm of my mother...

The beloved faces I know, places I've been and loved... I miss the west coast and my friends and family there, the scenery, the cities, the rain. I miss traveling, and flying, and airports. 
I love airports, I might just drive to one and sit.

I just feel more this time of year. Isn't that odd? I love it. I love that depth, the added texture to my life. I can write more, think more, express more. I hear more in the tone of the air around me, leaves swishing underfoot. I enter into the mood and remember beloved books--Lorna, Jane Eyre, Wimsey, Sherlock. And I settle in comfortably for autumn to come on.
I'm ready.

morning muses and fresh loose-leaf tea in my new umbrella-infuser
that came in an anonymous package...
radio tunes... Siri, what song is this? 
after work cozy clothes

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Snippets from a full day

Some mornings you look in the mirror....
It was just one of those mornings when I looked about seven years old. *rolls up sleeves*: "Let's do something about this." I didn't get picture-proof, but by the time I left for work I had managed a good hair-makeup-gold-shirt-earrings combination that helped my age and overall appearance.


Lin Manuel-Miranda, you really clogging my Twitter feed. But that's ok, I can scroll past a few dozen posts to read your encouraging go-get-the-day one. Ain't even mad.


Started the day off right with breakfast, taming the eyebrows (trust me, it helps with the day), Shane and Shane, and hot tea with the delectable gluten free muffin a dear friend left for me.


Remembered a fun story from the other night, when I visited Trader Joe's... The guy at the checkout was named Lorenzo, and there was a little girl behind me named Geovana. At first she thought his name was Leonardo, so she started telling us about Da Vinci. It was delightful.

after closing at work, met Ben for a little chat
#allthecoffees #nomoreplease
packlunch for my long workday
(didn't get to most of it)