Another Lifetime: blowing kisses...

Saturday, July 17, 2010

blowing kisses...

to you, friends, from a household that is quiet and hectic at once. I do miss you. I see pretty things that only you would appreciate and wish I had my camera, or pad and pencil. I miss composing things for you. Even more I miss stopping by to see what you are thinking about.

We are well. He now smiles and coos. Yesterday he made a special connection when my husband and I stood before him and each grabbed a little hand. "Hey, you guys know each other?!" I guess that gives you some indication of the fact that my husband and I take different "Rowen shifts", and that it is too infrequent that the three of us share these sorts of moments. This will improve as we continue to catch up on sleep.

Today we went to a local seafood festival and took our food down to the little beach. Rowen gazed at the waves, and then up at the soft, furry arms of the Weeping Willow. He was in awe. Each day he is more and more aware. I find myself imagining all the things we will bring him to see: the giraffe at the zoo, the gigantic Buddah at the museum, the horses at the farm, and those at the carousel too. Then I remember not to rush a single moment.

When I nurse him his eyes study the mirror on the wall, and he makes happy noises.

Precious moments.

6 comments:

Maria said...: Miss you too but those moments are way more special and the time will go by all too fast. Take your time and savor each one. As always love how you've expressed your feelings and he is so so adorable!; July 17, 2010 at 5:24 PM
kendalee said...: I also miss you and your musings but it's so lovely to think of you enjoying those precious, all-too-fleeting moments and I'm glad you are soaking them all in. There will be plenty of time for sharing and reflecting on them... and even a teeny glimpse is enough to make me smile - thank you. He is so beautiful.; July 19, 2010 at 2:57 PM
Cindy said...: it is lovely to think of you enraptured in these lovely moments and thank you for poking your head up now and then to include us, too.; July 19, 2010 at 3:03 PM
LifeIsArt said...: there is nothing like a little tiny one to keep you right here in the moment. especially when you are nursing a little newbie!
nothing like it. he's beautiful!; July 20, 2010 at 1:31 PM
Rosaria Williams said...: Oh my! What a joy you are beholding!; July 23, 2010 at 10:22 AM
What About The Girl? said...: How amazing to be a part of that miracle.
He is too adorable!
Hope all's well!.

Much love!; July 25, 2010 at 4:42 PM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

The Bookseller of Kabul, Åsne Seierstad

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Maggie O'Farrell
"Esme stares at the spiked rocks. She stares and stares until they begin to lose their third dimension, until they begin to look unfamiliar, insubstantial. Like the way words said over and over become just a slurry of a sound. She says the word 'word' over and over in her head until she hears only 'dwur-dwur-dwur'. She is aware of those numbers, the two and the eight, trying to find a place to slip back in. They have been lurking at the edges where she pushed them and they are mounting an assault, a break-in. She won't have it. She will not."

The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
"She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things"

The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
"In the United States, 97 percent of those classified by the Census Bureau as poor own a color TV. Three quarters of them own a car. Three quarters of them have air conditioning. All have access to health care. I am not quoting these figures to deny that the poor in the United States face genuine difficulties. Nevertheless, for most, these difficulties are of a different order than those of the world's poorest people."

Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
"I walked into an office building one afternoon in a hurry, dashed into the waiting elevator. As I rushed in, I caught an unexpected glimpse of myself in a security mirror's reflection. In that moment my brain did an odd thing-it fired off this split second message: 'Hey! You know her! That's a friend of yours!' And I actually ran forward toward my own reflection with a smile, ready to welcome that girl whose name I had lost but whose face was so familiar......Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend"

The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
"'Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,' his heart said. 'We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, towards its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them- the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place. So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts.'"

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
"For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves;"

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
"The room hovered around me with great gentleness, as if the chairs and the tables and the walls were witholding their weight out of sympathy for my sudden frailty"

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Saturday, July 17, 2010

blowing kisses...

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