Coming to Terms...: Anniversary...!

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Anniversary...!

I just realized that I have passed the three-year mark on "Coming to Terms." And what a long strange trip it’s been…

Could it possibly be only three years that I have been chained to this love/hate relationship with the world of the blog?

Surely it is longer that three years…decades, perhaps…that I have known and cherished my "friends of the ether" out in journal land.

Mary. Christina. Cynthia. Robin. Robbie. Gigi. Jackie. Meredith. Oh my god...and I forgot Kat! You've been with me from almost the beginning! Augh!!! My brain is indeed fried.

Thanks for being there, my "old" friends.

And to the rest of you…my "new" friends:

Thanks for reading.

Lisa :-]

8 comments:

AnonymousSeptember 28, 2006 at 9:08 PM
Old friends, damn that sounds good and feels better. Happy almost unnoticed anniversary.
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 29, 2006 at 4:45 AM
Happy Anniversary!
Robin
http://searchthesea.blogspot.com/
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 29, 2006 at 8:29 AM
Yeah, and I never did get around to marking my two year anniversary. Maybe this weekend after I get my brains strained. Glad you're feeling a little more "up."

Jackie

http://journals.aol.com/thesheatons/TheCottageBytheHedge/

ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 29, 2006 at 12:04 PM
Happy happy my sweet friend....

soon I'll tell the airport story and you won't have TIME to read it.

LOL
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 29, 2006 at 5:36 PM
you are a wonderful writer!
lisa jo
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 29, 2006 at 6:48 PM
You're so very welcome. Thanks for including me in your list. Your journal with all its ups and downs is a fascinating, interesting, educational, insightful and sometimes sad read. I love it and, as always, wish you the very best of success in your current challenge.
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 30, 2006 at 1:00 PM
My anniversary is coming up in December. I've been reading you since the start and have always been interested in what you have to share. I hope you'll always be around j-land. It wouldn't be the same without you.

Happy Anniversary -
Kat
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousSeptember 30, 2006 at 3:47 PM
Happy Anniversary for blogging!!!! Hugs,
Lisa
http://hournals.aol.com/randlprysock/AdventuresFromFlorida/
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

Where I'm From

I am from station wagons, from kool-aid and turf-builder.
I am from the three bedroom, one bath ticky-tacky box
with the swath of weedy lawn; from lightning bugs,
June bugs, and mosquitoes the size of small birds.

From nights near as hot as the days,
spread-eagled on sticky sheets
crickets creaking, horns honking,
trains rumbling and whistling in the distance…

I am from snow to the eaves, jewel-studded ice storms
and green-black thunderstorms with sideways rain.
I am from bright red tulips, honeysuckle berries,
and worms on the driveway after a cloudburst;
from daisies, tiny wild strawberries, “Queen Anne’s Lace”
and crashing the kite into power lines.

I am from “Look what followed me home from school”
and never having too many animals. From Taffy and Rusty
and Sunny, the yellow headed parakeet, who could say
“Happy Birthday” but only when he thought
no one was listening…

I am from the women who shuttle the carpool,
punch the clock, scrub the toilet,
then climb into the bottle, the herb
or the fantasy to quiet the noise in their heads
and the men they choose to rescue
or who choose to rescue them.

From “When you meet the right one, you’ll just know”
and “Your dad was a virgin when we were married…”
I am from the dutiful eldest daughter who paired off
home made and pro-created at the appointed time,
and the other four who didn’t.

I am from the tearful Catholic and the stoic agnostic;
the rope stretched taut between belief and unbelief,
pulled one direction, then the other…
the eternal tug of war never won.

I’m from pioneers of urban exile; before the country clubs and the soccer and the Rolls Royces.
I’m from the first McDonald’s and the last Tastee Freez.

I am from the great moldering box in the upstairs closet;
roaring twenties sepias stacked on
shiny square instamatic shots, discoloring with age.
I am from the five stair-steps, the Christmas trees, the campfires,
and the blurred mountains captured from a moving car.

I am from the unlikely union of a country boy and a city girl,
brought together by Hitler and Hirohito;
and the neighborhood of compromise
that kept them both sane…almost.

On Where We're Destined to Go...

As for life, I'm humbled,
I'm without words
sufficient to say
how it has been hard as flint,
and soft as a spring pond,both of these
and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides,
and so many mysteries
beautiful as eggs in a nest,
still unhatched though warm and watched over
by something I have never seen
-a tree angel, perhaps,or a ghost of holiness.

Every day I walk out into the world
to be dazzled,
then to be reflective.
It suffices, it is all comfort -
along with human love,
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,sunburst love,
or love for that smallest of birds
flying among the scarlet flowers.

There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last
to the long afterlife, to the tenderness
yet to come, when time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.

As for death,
I can't wait to be the hummingbird,
can you?

Mary Oliver

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Anniversary...!

8 comments:

Every Day

Blog Archive

Total Pageviews

Victory Again

Time to Rebuild

Pro-life

Some Who Are Still Out There

Where I'm From

On Where We're Destined to Go...