femina mosaic

Saturday, March 22, 2003

 
This morning I woke up and watched a fox throwing field mice in the air and then chase them when they landed. At the far edge of the field was a group of five deer. The grass is greening up in sections of the yard already and all the trees have swollen leave buds waiting just a bit more to blossom out with the warmth of the sun. The river has rivers of ice water flowing across the layers of ice, there won't be a dramatic ice out this year, the ice will go out with a whimper. The first spring we lived here the river was groaning and rumbling for several hours before it started to break apart. Like a rumble of thunder within the earth. Then the ice started to crack and heave with and awesome roar and the water started to flow faster and faster as the ice shattered. Whole trees uprooted by the pressure of the ice went crashing by, caught in the heaving mass of ice. It kept up for hours, sometimes moving quickly, throwing chuncks of ice as big as cars up on the shore, other times stopped by icejams so that the water would back up sometimes rising within a few feet of the rivers edge and then suddenly dropping as the pressure would ease. There were huge chunks of ice caught in the tree limbs for several days after the water way was finally clear.

I worked out in the yard today, cleaning up the worst of the winter debris in the gardens and the yard. It is a task that every year gives me great pleasure. Even today knowing that I am not going to be here to see my gardens come to life again, it still gives me pleasure to care for them while I can.

Tears hover so close to the surface for me these days and yet I know that grief will gradually give way to acceptance and acceptence will find a way to joy.

Already I have planted the seeds of a new life, a new beginning, and I take with me the knowledge that I can begin again.
freezengirl 8:32 PM

 
Let Us Have Faith
(1940)

by Helen Keller
(1880 - 1968)




Security is mostly a superstition.
It does not exist in nature,
nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
To keep our faces toward change and
behave like free spirits
in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.



Apparently my link was not working
freezengirl 8:05 PM

Friday, March 21, 2003

 
Let Us Have Faith by Helen Keller This is a poem I wanted to post before I head out to what is soon to be a place I used to live.
freezengirl 4:42 PM

 
I have been uplifted and upheld by the voices and strength of the women in my life. I want to explore this extrordinary gift.
freezengirl 10:25 AM