Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ah, daddio~never thought i could love another man as i loved and respected the YOUNESS, you gave us, growing up. Such fragileness in a strong man in all ways. When you thought mom would die from cancer...I saw soft tears and such faith in my strong daddy as you prayed with us to accept what was to come. Such humor and love I hold in my heart from you. As you tumbled on the floor with all my siblings, tickling, joking, delighting in them, loving them as you do now. Making bikes, scooters, sleds, skate boards etc. for us and then trying them out first. How i loved "ol" blue girl"...going off curbs, slippin' and slidin' in the gutter, the wind in my sweaty hair, oh the freedom! And last but not least, the gift of knowing how a child feels when their parent plays WITH them...baseball in the street, running those bases, teaching fairness and considerations of the younger ones. And not running away when the broken windows looked like the end of all fun! Those neighborhood ladies loved you as much as the rest of us and probably never charged you
for the broken pieces, eh?! xoxoxoxoxo
How I love you mama, for always loving me in all my imperfections, always always unconditionally. Watching you love and hold every neighborhood child that needed extra hugs and kisses or explanations, like... not holding hardness in their hearts against their own parents. For feeding the soul of every person crossing your path. Your sweetness, gentleness yet fast and hard strength to be able to tackle anything and anyone (need be)! Your smiles, your freshness, your innocence...your mama's love to all! xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Below is my self portrait for Wednesday. I was going to keep it short and sweet, but...
Oh the stories these hands hold. Raising 8 children. These hands reach across the world that have touched and modeled how we all should be.
Everyone that have been in these hands have learned such profoundness in how to...
place our hands in prayer~strength to endure anything~love and accept everyone~the power to forgive, love unconditionally~the power of humor and laughter~giving, giving, and giving some more~reveling in others~walking in the other mans shoes~questioning not, the other man's decisions~learning more, loving more, growing more and more and more...xoxoxoxoxo Our Mother's Hands
Monday, April 27, 2009
Which end is up?!
i read in Tao today...FUNDAMENTAL. i thought of you, jennifer white and all the rest of us, when you have a dry spell in your creativity.
Tao went like this~"In music, the fundamental tone is the lowest, or root, tone of a chord. Without its presence, no true character is established. Our actions in life are as similarly varied and complex as music. Without a thorough grounding, there is no harmony."
Tao emphasizes cycles..."new ones will begin: some of them will be engendered by the old one, others may simply be in the background and will now come forward."
"Everyone wants to be daring, creative, and original. Everyone wants to do things in new ways. But unless we return over and over again to the basics, we will have no chnace to truly soar. Do not forget the root. Without it, we can never issue forth the true power."
i loved this, love to all, wanda
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
A good friend, mary jo and i went to lunch last tuesday to "high hand nursery". the cafe was closed. we weren't sorry as you can see...we just left there hungry, with many photos!!! Don't know when i can make it back upstairs again, i'm heading down...oooh!
Seriously, i've been down for the count, joining you jennifer white. i wrenched my lower back on friday and just now made it upstairs to my computer. if wishes were lap tops!!!! i'm not asking for sympathy or prayers. i can walk somewhat now, whew. don't know when i'll make it up here again, but it's a good incentive.
Retorts to your wonderful comments, or just regular ones, i loooove em' all.
Miz katie, everywhere i go, all my life, i've been told i look exactly like...a niece, a daughter, an aunt, and since i'm turning 60 soon, i should be hearing, wow, you look just like my old granny or granny's friend...se la vie!
anonymous asked did i paste my self on the card or something like that....this is so funny..this was a picture that richard took of me in panama, with white gesso splattered on it.
and the last and weirdest post, i thought about sending a u-tube to you stephanie lee, similar to the one you said i sent. but i know i get so much stuff in my e-mail, didn't want to do that to a friend. and yes i would lovvvvvvvvvve to do something like this, but how could we, without all being together. i have rec'd 2 different ones with people dancing in an airport. they give me chills, i think they are so awesome! i can't write to peeps separately yet...when i get my back, back. smiles, wanda
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I thought this looked like an old hawaiian postcard with Old Auntie Mabel gracing the front. Nope, it's me in Panama with a wet scarf falling off my short hair...it's hot there, baby!