Stain-glass Eyes

Have you ever had something daze you, on and off, for days?   An impossible occurance you can’t chock up to coincidence? It happened to me a few days ago.  It’s so bizarre! I had to put it in writing to see if I could make sense of it.  I’ll tell it in story form because it’s the only way I can look back on it, looking from the outside in. I volunteer at Liberty Street Robot Supply and Repair.  I’d been there awhile and was ready for my second cup of coffee.  The first cup, Hannah Rose, an intern at 826 Michigan, bought for me.   I had been working, in the store, for two hours and needed a second cup. I couldn’t do without it. I brought a multi-grain roll, split open and smooshed with goat cheese, for lunch.  I had to have coffee to savor it completely.  I went over to Elixir Vitae.  There was a young woman at the counter, who was reaching over to get her coffee, from the barista.  Five-foot-one, petit...

It suits me.  Little gates, with wrought-iron fences. Sidewalks following my neighborhood, block after block.  Each new season I like to explore new diversions.  I miss many of them by taking the same routes, like a homing pigeon.   A Picture Doesn't Capture These (They looks so touchable and soft, especially blowing in the wind) Having a date with Sonya and Matt for coffee and cinnimon rolls, on Sunday, I walked an entirely new path in my neighborhood, to get there.  I had some sweet surprises. By surprises I mean things that make me take notice and usually make me smile.  If you are a reader of my blog, you know I love to search for “things”, hunt for treasures and be a “Noticer”.  I inherited the gene, I’m pretty sure.  Mom can’t wait to look for rocks.  When she’s in Florida she can spend hours looking for shells.  She also used to take some of us to a small abandoned dump and we’d dig.  We dug for...

My son, Holden and daughter, Elizabeth came home to see me in Ann Arbor.    It was Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled into one.    I now sit in my apartment, writing my blog, alone again.    Sad, and content, too.    I had my kids with me.    It was wonderful. Holden Elizabeth Reunited we are again, family and blood kin. Itineraries, lunch dates, study and writing. We remain separate, but together.  We found time to sit by the fire. Cold outside, warm with each other. As our past and future intertwined We reestablished our boundaries and inclusions. Love pushes and pulls. But apart we can stay joined. Taking our separate journeys, sanctioned by trust and love. Like a baby loon, learning to fly, no mother would clamp its wings,  holding it back. Stopping its natural flight. No damp, newborn colt would be kept from standing. No mare would stop ...