Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Of Lovely Things in Japan

Far away toward the sunrise, in the blue waters of the Pacific, lies the Empire-of-Myriad-Islands, the Land-of-the-Dragon-Fly, Japan.  In Japan there is wealth of sunshine, of flower-bloom, and of bird-song, and the people love these beautiful things.  They love trees and breezes, butterflies and birds, moonlight and starlight, and they love these things so much that for hundreds of years they have been writing verses about them.

Anyone may write verses in Japan,-that is, anyone who listens with all his heart to the song of the nightingale among the flowers, to the voice of the frogs in a star-lit pool, and the music of the wind, singing in the tress.  Little girls, little boys, men and women, grandfathers and grandmothers, all may write poetry in Japan, and they write about the things they love,-about birds and blossoms and butterflies, and the shadows of the clouds that go racing over the fields at noon-day.

They write little verses on pictures, on gaily embroidered screens, on cups and plates, on painted fans, on towels, on handkerchiefs,-in fact, they write verses anywhere!  The farm-girls with bare legs and wide straw hats, standing knee-deep in the muddy water of the rice fields, make verses and sing them as they work.  Fishermen, fishing by the flaming light of torches, with those queer birds, the cormorants, make verses as they fish.  Porters, trudging up to their necks in the tall grass, with packs on their heads, make verses as the trudge.  In joy or sorrow they makes verses, verses, verses.  Indeed, in no country of the world are all the people taught so truly to love poetry as in Japan, and they know quite well, these little folks of the Empire-of-Myriad-Islands, that every single thing that has life, nightingale, butterfly, bee or flower, is always, somehow, making a poem of its own.

~From Little Pictures of Japan, a collection of Japanese writings translated into English

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Somewhere along the line I must have changed

I have completed my first week in Virginia. I have gone to church the first time. I have gone to the landfill twice. Been on just one walk and only been to the park once. Unfortunately I have already lost count of how many trips I have made to Target. Oh and I did make one trip to a new fabric store.

I am lost though. I have already encountered a super rude aggressive driver, a pizza MAN wearing a push-up bra, a church where I was not greeted and my greetings fell on deaf ears, a park that warned that it was being treated for fire ants and to play at your own risk.

I have been here a week and I am tired. Left wanting to feel at home but knowing that this is not my home. I am not suppose to make this Earth my home...but how do I live with the exruciating void that is within me, this homesickness that is inundating my system? Homesickness but I know no specific home.

It has been an interesting week.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Rearranging Life

We have been moving things around in our house. I put Al and JQ in the same room. Right now I am in my bed nursing Eleanor. I can hear their sweet voices chattering. I am so thankful for this!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

A circle that is closer to being complete

Today I found myself googling the genetic counselor that told me that Luke had Spina Bifida.  Even more amazing I dialed her number and called.  She picked up.

Time is hazy.  I still have to count to figure out how old Luke would be.  He would 7 this year.  So, just almost exactly 7 years ago I walked into the Naval Hospital in Portsmouth VA very nervous.  I was wearing a pair of Dan's jeans and a pink shirt.  It was just a week before Valentine's Day.  I walked in there such an innocent.  Thinking that I could overcome anything...thinking I was untouchable.  I left feeling like I was an untouchable.  Not to be dramatic.  I had no place.  I couldn't hang out with the happy mothers to be who were awaiting perfection.  I could not mourn with the unfortunate mothers who endured a miscarriage.  I was lost.

So, later that day I met with my genetic counselor.  She was this awesome lady, totally a kindred spirit.  She was an old friend in a stranger's body.  We lost touch over the years, but today I called her.  It was nice to talk to someone who knew Luke.

He always kicked at the same time everyday.  Sweet Luke.   I miss him.  Today I will hold my kids a little tighter, a little longer.  Today I will let the tears spill over.  Sweet Luke.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Things I hear when I am not in the same room...

Ike:  Moommm!  Jacquelyn is chewing her french fries and regurgitating them on my desk!

Mom:  Ike, do you know where your history book is, I cannot find it.
Ike:  I am astonished that we cannot find it, bewildered.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Why I am ready for Heaven...

I am ready for heaven because all the barriers we have will be broken down.  There will no longer be a language barrier to contend with.  Really I am looking forward to there being a lack of communication barriers.  I am looking forward to not unintentionally injuring people with my words and vice versa.  I am looking forward to saying something and the true meaning is instantly, readily evident.

I am tired of email where words and meanings can be misconstrued.  I wish that we could just always read and think the best of people's words.