Archive for December, 2010
the pointed ear
the shimmer fall of hair
is it better
to see a sparkle in
a naiad’s eye or
the shaft of pure solar
to strike sparks from
hydrogen and oxygen?
what to see?
or incredulous science?
or refracting water droplets?
thunder and lightning —
impersonal or in-human?
does it really matter?
the earth you don’t
the broad way —
and oak leaves
and the split
we’ve lost the true
green man (i am the life)
My mom, trying to replace a pair of pj pants that had bit the dust, got me two pairs of fleece pants at Old Navy for my birthday. Not so good. They were too heavy to wear in bed. I’ve had them in my car, meaning to take them back (since September), but just got a chance today. OH YAY! (sorry) Everything was on sale and I got a HAUL! 🙂 [we will return to the regularly-scheduled Becky next post]
I’ve been wanting some new tank tops, partly because in the winter I wear them as a layer, and partly wanting some to wear in the summer that don’t look like I’ve forgotten to put on a shirt. I think these will qualify 🙂
This is another layering shirt, but I like how soft it is 🙂
I have finally broken down and gotten my first pair of spandex-y pants. They are supposed to wick away moisture, so I thought I could use them as a layer when winter camping, as well as just by themselves while working out. They’re not spectacular on me, but I hope to remedy that. 🙂 Stay tuned for my Non-Resolutions. 🙂
Posted in art, Christmas, friends, photos, snow, stitched gifts, students, tea, winter, tagged candles, Christmas, Dovos, Fair Isle sweater, Georgia O'Keefe, gifts, L'Occitane, scissors, snowshoes, socks, sweater, tea on December 28, 2010| 4 Comments »
The above three Kent got me, with no assistance from wishlists of any kind, I might add! 🙂
The sweater and hat are from my mom, who also gave me snowshoes!! I opened them before Christmas, though.
Dorothy, who knitted me mittens last year, knitted Kent and me each a pair of socks! 🙂 Not sure where Kent’s pair is, but it’s lighter blue than mine. 🙂
One of my piano students’ parents got me this diffuser, which smells almost exactly like the one I was wishing someone would get me! 🙂
Andrea gave us several art prints; these three were my favorites. A Rabbit, because, well, if you know you know. 🙂 And several Georgia O’Keefe, who hasn’t been an artist I’ve liked, but evidently I hadn’t seen the right prints. The two above are my favorites, but they’re all lovely. Sorry it’s hard to see through the plastic.
The next four things aren’t presents *from* anyone; they’re things I got myself in the Christmas season.
I’ve always loved trees and snow (Kent can tell you), so the candles and platter were a no-brainer…and I’ve been looking for a Fair Isle sweater that I liked for a while, so when I had a coupon and went looking on the VS website, I snatched it up quickly!
By the same artist who did Europe According the the US, here is the World According to the US. Nice review of common stereotypes, and there’s a 2011 calendar you can buy with many of his different art pieces. Not affiliated, blah blah, and don’t necessarily subscribe to the stereotypes, but it is interesting to see what other people think of what we think of them…
in tidying up the crumpled paper
when you untangle the lights
and pack up the ornaments
put the wreath in its box
finish the cookies
as you wrap up the creche
and tuck Jesus away for
to put away that
goodwill toward men
you don’t leave them out
they aren’t fashionable
for the modern house
Posted in birthday, Christmas, death, God, love, music, poem, salvation, stars, tagged Baby Jesus, carol, Christmas, cross, frankincense, gold, manger, myrrh, stars on December 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »
“When He is King we will give Him the Kings’ gifts,
Myrrh for its sweetness, and gold for a crown,
Beautiful robes,” said the young girl to Joseph,
Fair with her firstborn on Bethlehem Down.
Bethlehem Down is full of the starlight,
Winds for the spices, and stars for the gold,
Mary for sleep, and for lullaby music
Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold.
When He is King, they will clothe Him in gravesheets,
Myrrh for embalming, and wood for a crown,
He that lies now in the white arms of Mary
Sleeping so lightly on Bethlehem Down.
Here He has peace and a short while for dreaming,
Close huddled oxen to keep Him from cold,
Mary for love, and for lullaby music
Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold.
— Bruce Blunt