tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367041702024-03-07T03:15:27.368-05:00Ruminations Of A Country Girl......"I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames."
— Annie Dillardbluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-41427483547412178922016-01-13T11:28:00.001-05:002016-01-13T11:28:47.328-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>THE JOURNEY</i></div>
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<i style="line-height: 16.08px;">the light again</i></div>
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black silhouettes</div>
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on an open sky.</div>
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Sometimes everything </div>
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the heavens</div>
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so you can find </div>
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the one line</div>
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already written </div>
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inside you.</div>
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Sometimes it takes </div>
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a great sky</div>
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to find that</div>
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first, bright</div>
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and indescribable</div>
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wedge of freedom</div>
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in your own heart.</div>
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the bones of the black</div>
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sticks left when the fire </div>
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has gone out</div>
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someone has written </div>
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something new</div>
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in the ashes</div>
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of your life.</div>
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You are not leaving.</div>
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Even as the light </div>
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you are arriving.</div>
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bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-17118377065850724382012-03-11T15:10:00.003-05:002012-03-11T15:16:35.659-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">I had the recent honor of participating in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/The-Mountain-Traditions-Project/235694306509933">The Mountain Traditions Project</a>...<br /></div><br /><iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f8nnPrGSUBs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-59532474855815512682012-02-29T21:54:00.004-05:002012-02-29T22:08:33.126-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">About Hope<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I know a boy<br />with a dent in his head...<br />it must have happened<br />when his mother got mad.<br />"Women", he sneers,<br />even though he's now older...<br />then timidly places<br />his hand on my shoulder.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-28268074914891099772012-02-06T20:44:00.007-05:002012-02-06T22:25:02.212-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">it don't matter what he said, child.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">love don't act like that.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">rid your mind of those lies, child.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">he ain't where it's at.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i got love that purifies.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">solidifies.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">doesn't victimize.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">it don't matter what he said,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">child.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">love don't act like that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">take back what is yours, child.<br />don't let him come stealin' round.<br />love... it ain't no thief, child.<br />it ain't gonna bring you down.<br /><br />so get down on your knees, child.<br />it's time to restore your crown.<br />they're dancin' round the throne for you.<br />grace is showerin' down.<br /><br />i love you so very wild, child...<br />so don't listen to what he say.<br />you're about to be adorned, child...<br />you're a phoenix and you're rising today.</span><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-72374587594693075492011-09-21T12:22:00.000-05:002011-09-21T11:22:49.800-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong>nature art...<br /><br /></strong></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0QVNSFVoQi3SxjtkI6JJBiPlqeuxmCgLwSMllENSaHaBfXogGnSDMrUZynGdhp3ZIzKXuI3YrVeED7yXia4GQKUmIYTg3guhgJ4Y9k-l9SzVwPUjzkr_6qpsMM5NRZuHNhSZ/s1600-h/natureart4.jpg"><em><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191144234983194018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0QVNSFVoQi3SxjtkI6JJBiPlqeuxmCgLwSMllENSaHaBfXogGnSDMrUZynGdhp3ZIzKXuI3YrVeED7yXia4GQKUmIYTg3guhgJ4Y9k-l9SzVwPUjzkr_6qpsMM5NRZuHNhSZ/s400/natureart4.jpg" border="0" /></strong></em></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipR9-aQUdLtLI3Tj7eF5Z7nGiBBxIMxN2K9xUpPfYMYuoTEeOnENYFHNcplx4YeDUQLg3zyGH2kJzA2-m4U-Jsq2ISCOw5_mOG2RyKrPtcgODCmA9ELPE1eP4kf7rEljpOoRl4/s1600-h/natureart3.jpg"></a><strong>be still.... and KNOW.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>-</strong>God</div></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-79421213659509731072011-06-02T18:49:00.008-05:002011-06-03T15:34:09.744-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">gentle is what you were... at a time when life and circumstances were very ungentle.<br />i don't remember you ever uttering a harsh word.<br /><br />an oasis is what you were.....<br />an island where i first let it all out, wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the end of your bed.<br />the filtered sun coming through the bedroom skylight,<br />casting morning shadows on the patchwork quilt.<br />you barely having the sleep out of your eyes.<br />but you listened.<br />every single word you took in.<br />and that is what you did every time after.<br /><br />you had plans but you canceled them.<br />"nothing is more important", you told me.<br />if only i still believed that.<br /><br />you always knew tears were coming before i even did.<br />you wouldn't let me run away.... or lash out.<br />you just sat me in your lap and let me cry.<br />let me vent.<br /> you never uttered a harsh word.<br />you understood... sometimes even when i didn't.<br /><br />i wanted to write this to thank you.<br />that seems so small.<br />in some ways, you saved my life.<br />that is, you made me really want to LIVE.<br />the oppression, anxiety, and anger were never there when you were around.<br /><br />and now i know.<br />since Love visited in the flesh...<br />now....<br />nothing less.<br /><br /><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-6011510009169122662011-01-27T09:51:00.002-05:002011-01-27T09:58:33.130-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Home</span><br /><br />i'll paint the fences white for you<br />if you tell me you're coming home.<br /><br />i'll put candles in the windowsills<br />to guide you in the gloam.<br /><br />i'll wear your favorite dress and put a flower in my hair.<br />i'll warm the stove and <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1296139844_0">light the fire</span><br />and sweep the <span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1296139844_1">front porch</span> stairs.<br /><br />i'll bake your favorite cake for you...<br />if you really are coming home.<br /><br />i'll put away every fear for you,<br />if never more you shall roam.<br /><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-46634425960111245632011-01-17T17:26:00.006-05:002011-01-17T20:42:54.633-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On, in , and around Mondays: Cyclic<br /></span></div><br /> <a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOf8DCj39_dX50C66ICDyuuobLXL1mz3HtP5hBFqWgLg6sMn8NJKUe_TDieuopZDLRBTYFzudfR3QE7NfABcJVsmhwpTXQBnYUtWXmgRtVmqw9FFwQOmH4AAXpc6OGyIIIl_1W/s1600/wvsunrise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOf8DCj39_dX50C66ICDyuuobLXL1mz3HtP5hBFqWgLg6sMn8NJKUe_TDieuopZDLRBTYFzudfR3QE7NfABcJVsmhwpTXQBnYUtWXmgRtVmqw9FFwQOmH4AAXpc6OGyIIIl_1W/s320/wvsunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563290131707934162" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />anxiety because he didn't show again... and is giving me the silent treatment.<br />but then peace, as we cross the WV border with bluegrass blaring on the radio...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">and a life-giving talk with my sister, ensuring that everything is and will be fine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a memorial service for a spit-fire hillbilly woman who inspired me to fight...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">who stood up to a giant and fought for her beloved mountains.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />but then guilt, when little one asks to leave because it's making him sad.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we walk around a while and then come back. he joins in chanting, "what would judy do? fight harder!" and stomps his feet. "this IS the year mountaintop removal will end!!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">driving in the dark to the lodge... nestled in the west virginia hills.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a much needed reprieve for both of us.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />me, downtrodden, because no matter how much glue i apply, it just won't stick.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">because i opened my heart up again... and failed.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">him, hopes aroused but unmet.... tears over homework assignments that ended up being tears of a deeper nature. tears over something i can't fix.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but in all this cycle of sadness, anxiety, disappointment, we wake to a sunrise over the deep canyon. blue mountain majesty. bringing peace to a mother and son.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />nature is crying out over judy..... nature is crying out over broken things...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">because even the rocks and hills will cry out.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">and then this verse.... "he will quiet you with his love".</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://seedlingsinstone.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5083/5217906589_c7120874ca.jpg" alt="On In Around button" width="308" height="69" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-77101837656138798692010-12-06T12:12:00.003-05:002010-12-06T12:19:26.080-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">if you knew how i watched you while you slept<br />and how much pressure i felt<br />pushing against the insides<br />of my metaphorical heart<br />then maybe you'd understand<br /><br />how the same heart<br />feels<br />when i crumble on the<br />kitchen floor<br />every time you leave me...<br /><br />even when you are present.</div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-42128140332436502092010-11-23T12:10:00.015-05:002010-12-07T17:58:06.910-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">sometimes i dream<br />that i walk down the gravel lane,<br />past the moss covered granite...<br />the angel presiding over the tiny plot<br />of the little child<br />for whom i created a life in my childhood imaginings.<br />the one i talked to<br />and wove flowers for,<br />along the ground where she rested.<br />a reminder that the soil of my youth<br />had been tended by the toil and tears<br />of lives without longevity.<br />the dichotomy of my childhood bliss<br />forming a contrite heart.<br /><br />i wake to a vapor of<br />unsettled nostalgia,<br />a distant sort of longing that rises and dissipates<br />almost as tangibly<br />as the groggy remains of sleep.<br /><br />sometimes i dream<br />that every acre of land now has a house.<br />the farm that raised me no longer the sentinel<br />of the bottomland<br />and the field of daffodils<br />that a kindred of miss rumphius sowed,<br />maybe imagining pig-tailed girls carrying<br />bouquets so big,<br />their hands aching on the walk back<br />to scatter their harvest in jars and cups<br />along windowsills and farm tables.<br /><br />i wake<br />and the panic flees with the weighty sleep.<br />the knowing<br />allows peace<br />to continue watering the kentucky soil<br />planted in the fields of my heart.<br /><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-79735533789348071212010-11-20T08:59:00.008-05:002010-11-20T10:17:04.819-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">November's Story....</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeaCl9W1fI73nMB6C9FUmtRK55Ec9BoGZF0zp7lJ2Zr3ghrWIN_T97Dytbot5FGeeyRj6y2UWJJZMWer_gyVuressmncvE9l9Xbqp3SiGiB1Xk3vjjdcfWTdvYzqLcoQoilg2/s1600/fall+2010+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-style: italic;">i wrote a prayer for you on shale.<br />i wrote it carefully.<br />then turned it over<br />and covered it with leaves,<br />so that the rain<br />wouldn't wash the message away.<br />i left it along the trail.<br /><br />it may still be there.<br /><br />the tears may wash the prayer<br />out of my heart.<br />or they might harden<br />and solidify<br />and make a barrier.<br />and i will forget<br />that i longed so much<br />for you to know the things i wrote.<br /><br />but the earth knows..<br /><br />and Love knows.<br /><br />and my hope is that<br />maybe....<br />someday...<br />they will conspire together<br />to manifest earthen prayers,<br /> buried under leaves.<br />even if the elements<br />conspire otherwise....<br /><br /><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-65868573839205980952010-08-20T12:28:00.007-05:002010-08-20T20:35:34.425-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd44sX4JIr4weNzuu5uZg47PuZpC40rP61x-oPABhycnb-LzDi1O_ZdLfGcxpV4_bkYHOdxTRW0OVi725OhovMmsmz3hwtwpl5QfTufdTT9OIaOaRpz-o9PXQJL8O4K72Z7RH/s1600/protest+and+harvest+party+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd44sX4JIr4weNzuu5uZg47PuZpC40rP61x-oPABhycnb-LzDi1O_ZdLfGcxpV4_bkYHOdxTRW0OVi725OhovMmsmz3hwtwpl5QfTufdTT9OIaOaRpz-o9PXQJL8O4K72Z7RH/s320/protest+and+harvest+party+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507549061577998610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">i have snuffed out this candle, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">again and again,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">determined to live </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">without the light it casts.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i don't see the shadows </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">when it's dark.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />eventually</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">enough stumbling,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> groping,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> hoping,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">reignites it,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">long enough </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">to gather</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">bearings.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">then the leaning over,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> exhaling,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">exterminating.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">brief solace.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i will let you light it now.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">when you are ready </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">for the shadows.</span><br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-72347501695421907992010-08-18T09:12:00.010-05:002010-08-18T09:55:45.663-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Summer's Bounty...<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">(or a photo tribute to learning to garden as a townie, in smaller spaces. all the bounty and flowers are from my yard, except the berries, which were found along a nearby trail)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJtu_zm-3B6X5Pht1Vr39r_f7soLw_p1_oldK6HjCrC48NFM9c1dOiUoEa6GV2rW1r3XCzBl4wh4QnchyphenhyphenNhMDJOx6MTZ3G3Atm-bFvUjFIdKkPKHEvON17CGaVPSWFZTX5HjS/s1600/summer2010+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJtu_zm-3B6X5Pht1Vr39r_f7soLw_p1_oldK6HjCrC48NFM9c1dOiUoEa6GV2rW1r3XCzBl4wh4QnchyphenhyphenNhMDJOx6MTZ3G3Atm-bFvUjFIdKkPKHEvON17CGaVPSWFZTX5HjS/s320/summer2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506753625787292306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJtu_zm-3B6X5Pht1Vr39r_f7soLw_p1_oldK6HjCrC48NFM9c1dOiUoEa6GV2rW1r3XCzBl4wh4QnchyphenhyphenNhMDJOx6MTZ3G3Atm-bFvUjFIdKkPKHEvON17CGaVPSWFZTX5HjS/s1600/summer2010+003.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0v7gRGAtFkL_DHPIApo0DaXM9aGqjInX-ILF3_iSIxUDaS_inLgvBUsC_XUzH4KZlNTOtfCDqKNBxrGBkB8rvC4poAIhArau2TNf3GB5x5Ga-RMeMWUXtbVR9IGVKXzH7fOQK/s1600/summer2010+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QDwL3stTiYavHoM7rHg5HmiVsmrlJbDSLOdVe-j7qtWyvVwgKiDbf2x00m70Ghtvx7r1dN3XzEtw3qxS9eiEu7N1JAR8bW83XtpuLUrBJOaDT_PPlxZyM2yLkv9FaOhlS-wc/s320/carolina+in+july+%2710+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506380600968737122" border="0" /><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Nature is, above all, profligate. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is,<br />whose leaves return to the soil.<br />Wouldn't it be cheaper to leave them on the tree in the first place?<br />This deciduous business alone is a radical scheme,<br />the brainchild of a deranged manic-depressive with limitless capital.<br />Extravagance!<br />Nature will try anything once."<br /></div><br />-annie dillard<br /><br />(photo: rose of sharon blossoms drifting in a pond)<br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-24376775504795122052010-08-15T09:17:00.002-05:002010-08-15T09:20:59.645-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-style: italic;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">love note<br /><br /></span>surrounded by strangers<br />not acclimated to this air<br />i am right here<br />you're over there<br /><br />ask to borrow my days<br />they are already lent<br />i've been on a spree<br />everything is spent<br /><br />there is no change<br />nothing to give back<br />i poured it all out<br />from the longing....<br />and the lack<br /><br />of air that is familiar.</div></div></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-80065411663244419972010-06-05T10:49:00.001-05:002010-06-05T10:59:27.256-05:00<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9HxtBYO08E&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9HxtBYO08E&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-59941768393484948232010-05-28T20:36:00.002-05:002010-05-28T20:39:47.879-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">transient thoughts</span>...<br /><br />i was feeling heavy on the inside as i walked carefully on the old bricks, dodging the tree roots where they bulged up out of the ground and broke apart the path.<br /> a slight drizzle began, and i slowed down and turned my focus upward for a moment, trying to read the sky.<br /> but then the drizzle turned into a downpour, and i stepped underneath the shelter of a giant, aged oak tree.... a little reprieve.... a deep breath.<br />as i inhaled, a drop of saltwater began to trickle down my cheek, as if to show unity with the decision of the skies that day.<br />the funny thing was, that, in perfect synchronization, one huge raindrop made it through the leafy canopy and fell onto me.<br /> i wondered, as it slid onto my forehead, if it picked up the scent of my hair on the way.<br />it continued to heed the law of gravity, and slowly trickled down my face and mingled with the drop of saltwater that had escaped the confines of that still broken place.<br />i felt its path as it slid onto my shoulder and then watched it get washed into the cracks of the sidewalk.... my tear, my scent, my skin mixed in with it.<br />i thought about where it had been in all its journeys... millions of years making its way through the earth and into rivers and air and clouds.<br />who else had once been in that raindrop?<br />whose scent and skin cells and tears and dust had it held, only to purify itself across stones? make it all void and start all over again.<br /><br />then i exhaled and stepped out from under the tree.<br /> i took my shoes off and let my feet sink down into the wet earth and grass.<br />i stood there and let my skin absorb every drop it could. life was in those drops of rain.<br />and i loved it all during that ephemeral moment.<br />i loved the wet dirt, the slimy bricks, the feel of my soaked dress clinging to my skin.<br /> i looked over and saw a little old lady watching me from her porch swing......<br />and i think i loved her most of all.</div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-19326997693055732232010-05-01T08:49:00.000-05:002010-05-01T08:50:51.314-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Journey</span><br /><br />One day you finally knew<br />what you had to do, and began,<br />though the voices around you<br />kept shouting<br />their bad advice--<br />though the whole house<br />began to tremble<br />and you felt the old tug<br />at your ankles.<br />"Mend my life!"<br />each voice cried.<br />But you didn't stop.<br />You knew what you had to do,<br />though the wind pried<br />with its stiff fingers<br />at the very foundations,<br />though their melancholy<br />was terrible.<br />It was already late<br />enough, and a wild night,<br />and the road full of fallen<br />branches and stones.<br />But little by little,<br />as you left their voices behind,<br />the stars began to burn<br />through the sheets of clouds,<br />and there was a new voice<br />which you slowly<br />recognized as your own,<br />that kept you company<br />as you strode deeper and deeper<br />into the world,<br />determined to do<br />the only thing you could do--<br />determined to save<br />the only life you could save.<br /><br />-mary oliver<br /></div>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36704170.post-14561402651470637462010-03-13T12:49:00.003-05:002010-03-13T12:56:28.434-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">she has always been one that feels the magic..</span></span>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sometimes it stays just long enough to jot it down,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">or chord it out, or capture it on film...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">like how the light plays on a particular scene,<br /> at just the right angle.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but she mostly has to be content<br />with savoring the brief glimpses,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">without any documentation...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">absorbing it fully at that very moment...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and walking away with stars in her head,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and a twinkle in her eye....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>bluemountainmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04297693762079368522noreply@blogger.com1