tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15546204100612864292024-03-16T14:37:28.607-05:00One of ThreeThere are years that ask questions and years that answer.
- Zora Neale HurstonThe Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.comBlogger691125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-62603608322335267792016-01-14T18:40:00.000-06:002016-01-14T18:40:34.635-06:00Always We Begin Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been thinking for a while about beginning to write over here again. The thought drifts in and out of my head during lunch or when I am just about to fall asleep. The problem was, I just didn't know how to start. The inertia was so great and that November 2014 date on the last post would always just stop me in my tracks.<br />
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Then my Imaginary Friend <a href="http://amyturnsharp.com/" target="_blank">Amy</a> (who is not imaginary but a real live flesh and blood poet person who I just happen to know within the confines of the magical land of internet and have never met in this particular time/space configuration) posted <a href="http://amyturnsharp.com/blog/2016/1/13/sometimes-you-just-dont-get-there" target="_blank">this</a> and reminded me of something I've been learning and learning and learning. We get a brand new day every morning and we are perpetually beginning - over and over again. The only thing - and the hardest thing - we have to do is just take that first step.<br />
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<br />The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-60074612002335327772014-11-11T16:40:00.000-06:002014-11-11T16:40:32.360-06:00November 11: On IllnessI am sick. I am slogging through an ongoing illness that began with a trip to the emergency room and led from my doctor's office to a CT scan through two rounds of antibiotics and has me fasting at the moment, drinking a ton of water and returning to the doctor tomorrow morning.<br />
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For most of my life, I have equated being sick with weakness. This has a lot to do with my family of origin. At times, it was not safe to stay home sick from school. I learned early to throw back some ibuprofen and get through the day.<br />
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As a grad student and more recently as a mom, I mastered the art of powering through almost anything, nothing short of high fever or active vomiting keeps me down and even then I am down at most for an afternoon.<br />
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But recently, my body has betrayed me. (This must surely be one of the double-edged gifts of growing older.) My body has put her foot down and stubbornly refused to power through. Trying to power through has taken me to relapse and pain and staring down the barrel of yet another round of antibiotics. My body demands that I stop EVERYTHING and pay attention. I am resting. I am lying down - with a blanket - in the middle of the day. I am fasting, drinking loads and loads of water and consuming very little else.<br />
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Not because I wised up and decided to take better care of myself and not because my doctor fussed at me, but because my body demanded it and I have no choice but to listen. I am finding I am quite fond of the old girl.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-2446641505801518642014-11-05T21:20:00.002-06:002014-11-05T21:20:38.138-06:00November 5I had to do something hard today, Hard because it was new and way out of my comfort zone. Hard because it involved rush hour traffic and rain. Hard because it was just hard. Hard because I gave away my umbrella and had to walk a long way in the rain so that when I got to the place to do the hard thing I was soaking wet - my map a ridiculous wad of ruined paper in my hand. Hard because it was just showing up when showing up is all you have to offer. Hard because sometimes the only thing we can do is to be there and bear witness.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-79633174173110703262014-11-04T11:34:00.000-06:002014-11-04T11:34:08.377-06:00November 4<i>There is something kind of liberating about having missed a couple of days already, you know?</i><br />
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So, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/30/books/galway-kinnell-poet-who-went-his-own-way-dies-at-87.html?_r=1" target="_blank">Galway Kinnell </a>died. He was a poet hero of mine. I loved his work and had the pleasure of meeting him and hearing him read a handful of times. He was such a lion, such a majestic voice. He was my Walt Whitman.<br />
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The world feels a little darker without him.<br />
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Here is one of my very favorite of his poems - and one I could most certainly recite from memory for much of my adult life.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wait, for now.<br />Distrust everything, if you have to.<br />But trust the hours. Haven't they<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />carried you everywhere, up to now?<br />Personal events will become interesting again.<br />Hair will become interesting.<br />Pain will become interesting.<br />Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.<br />Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,<br />their memories are what give them<br />the need for other hands. And the desolation<br />of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness<br />carved out of such tiny beings as we are<br />asks to be filled; the need<br />for the new love is faithfulness to the old.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wait.<br />Don't go too early.<br />You're tired. But everyone's tired.<br />But no one is tired enough.<br />Only wait a while and listen.<br />Music of hair,<br />Music of pain,<br />music of looms weaving all our loves again.<br />Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,<br />most of all to hear,<br />the flute of your whole existence,<br />rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.</span></div>
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The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-6840648269876269952014-11-01T17:34:00.002-05:002014-11-01T17:34:43.098-05:00November 1I try to be intentional about how I begin a new month. I coordinate calendars and spend some time thinking about the things we are doing in the next four weeks. I try to focus on the possibilities and opportunities as much as I can.<br />
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I did not manage this very well in the September/October transition, I barreled into October half-dressed with one hand tied behind my back and then floundered through the whole month.<br />
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I have high hopes for November and I appreciate the do-over aspect of the first day. One more opportunity to get more things right, make better choices or make a mess of things in an entirely new way...<br />
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I am going to be doing something here every day for the month of November. Consider yourself warned...<br />
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Happy Halloween!The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-68738077277532257302014-03-24T15:29:00.001-05:002014-03-24T15:30:23.372-05:00I Made This! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week I started knitting a new sock. This is number two of a pair and getting that second sock started is always hard for me. I've already knit one sock and am a little bored with the yarn by now. Plus, I really really don't enjoy casting on with double pointed needles or the back and forth, knit and purl of working on the cuff. Yet, here I am, cast on, past the cuff and on to the body of the sock which is by far my favorite part!<br />
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The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-33967737856310730672013-12-02T16:19:00.000-06:002013-12-02T16:24:50.582-06:00December 2: Time Capsule<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">RIGHT NOW</span><br />
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<b>Where'd You Go Bernadette?</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart</b> by <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 23.33333396911621px;">Gabrielle Calvocoress</span></span><br />
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<b>The Year of the Flood</b><br />
<i>I read Margaret Atwood's poetry all the time but I had forgotten what a pleasure her fiction can be.</i><br />
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<b>Night Visions: Searching the Shadows of Advent and Christmas</b> by Jan Richardson<br />
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Some funny network television in the evenings. Nothing spectacular. Looking forward to the new Hobbit movie!<br />
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Advent. In the last couple of years, I have learned to embrace and savor this season of getting ready for Christmas.<br />
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Capris and a t-shirt. It is 81 degrees today here in San Antonio!<br />
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I am working on a display for an alternative giving opportunity at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/58116997404/" target="_blank">my church</a>. It involves lots of glitter. I'm also knitting a sock.<br />
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Christmas. The new year. Putting up our tree this weekend.<br />
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I had so much fun writing a poem every day in November, I decided to<a href="http://www.kickinitoldskool.blogspot.ca/" target="_blank"> blog every day in the month of December</a> with the lovely Jamie Ridler, her sister, Shannon and a community of folks who are putting the fun back in blogging!<br />
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So our first prompt was to take a selfie and though I had every intention of working at this (taking lots of photos and processing them a bit) I just didn't have the time today. So here is unedited, unfiltered me.<br />
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December is such a wonderful month, just brimming with hope and promise and light. I look forward to sharing a little bit of that with you.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-32475055311747194802013-09-23T09:20:00.001-05:002013-09-23T09:20:57.188-05:00Windows OpenWhen you live in the NE part of this country, there is something magical about the first warmish morning of Spring when you open your windows after being shut inside with the furnace going through those long months of winter. That Spring wind blowing through the house seems to promise everything good, wildflowers, fresh corn, afternoon swims and lemonade.<br />
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In South Texas, something similar happens on the first cool morning of Fall, when we throw open the windows and peek out the screen door. That first morning when the temperature dips into the 50s and the Autumn breeze blows through promising pumpkins, stews, fresh-baked cornbread and dark red wine.<br />
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<br />The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-21663644248998860822013-09-19T17:11:00.001-05:002013-09-19T17:11:49.503-05:00Dreaming the Full September Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-47089711479599290182013-09-04T12:46:00.000-05:002013-09-19T14:36:32.684-05:00Bad News / Good News<b>Bad News:</b> Max came home from school yesterday with a badly sprained finger from an attempt to catch a football in P.E. class. (Stupid stupid football.) He texted a photo during lunch which I thought looked pretty awful but I am trying to be <b>the calm mama</b> these days so I texted back saying we would put some ice on it when he got home. By the time he got out of school he was in a lot pain and we spent thirty minutes debating whether or not to call the doctor. Unable to get in to see his pediatrician, we went to <a href="http://www.ahmec.com/" target="_blank">the local emergency care clinic</a> and the people who saw Max there were wonderful. They were reassuring and kind.<br />
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The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-90369578271384808832013-09-02T15:05:00.001-05:002013-09-02T15:06:51.483-05:00See How We Are: Take TwoWe did not have the summer we planned. The list of things that derailed us is long and fairly complicated and mostly health related. A detached retina and a bone graft - that's about all it took to make us cry uncle, cancel our vacation, shelter in place, circle the wagons and spend the summer taking care of each other, which is, in retrospect, not a bad way to spend a season.<br />
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Max had adventures of his own this summer.<br />
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And now it is Labor Day. (Cue <i>The Internationale</i>.) Max has the first week of seventh grade successfully under his belt. Frank's classes met last week. I am in the process of excavating my desk from beneath a summer's worth of neglect. We are together, avoiding the heat, enjoying each other, which is, I believe, a very good way to begin a new season.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-49651349712494373692013-06-08T16:24:00.000-05:002013-06-08T16:24:03.975-05:00On Hold<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>So, one minute you are fretting about the fact that June is a little too busy for your own personal taste and worrying a little about money being tight this month and wringing your hands just a bit about successfully navigating the subway to get where you are going when you fly to Toronto in 10 days and the phone rings.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My husband spent yesterday being diagnosed for a retinal tear and partially detached retina. He met with a surgeon in the afternoon and is undergoing surgery on Monday morning. (For the technically minded, he is having p<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">neumatic retinopexy and a v</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">itrectomy.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">Suddenly, I find it hard to even remember those things that were driving me to distraction on Monday morning.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">Our summer has taken a hard left and I have no idea what the road ahead will look like. I am too focused on the next 48 hours to even think about what's next.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">We are so blessed. We have health insurance. We are surrounded by a supportive, brilliant and kind community. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">I don't know how to finish the sentence. We are in a holding pattern until Monday morning. Yes, I'll keep you posted.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">When in doubt, roast a fish, wash the dishes, fold the laundry, pray.</span></span><br />
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<br />The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-85493163245858336102013-04-30T20:40:00.003-05:002013-04-30T20:40:51.298-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 30Here is today's <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-30.html" target="_blank">poem</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-33357546611914316292013-04-29T21:16:00.003-05:002013-04-29T21:16:27.602-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 29Are you looking for <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-29.html" target="_blank">this</a>?The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-48775601710948710422013-04-28T19:52:00.005-05:002013-04-28T19:52:49.713-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 28Here is today's <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-28.html" target="_blank">poem</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-5933920872779873362013-04-27T20:50:00.002-05:002013-04-27T20:50:10.363-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 27Today's poem is <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-27.html" target="_blank">here</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-23296365644306277652013-04-26T19:53:00.001-05:002013-04-26T19:53:02.270-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 26A poem for <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-26.html" target="_blank">today</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-6668677074908389632013-04-25T16:49:00.001-05:002013-04-25T16:49:27.047-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 25<a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-25.html" target="_blank">Today's.</a>The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-58009015594926373412013-04-24T20:48:00.001-05:002013-04-24T20:48:25.759-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 24Today's poem is right <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-24.html" target="_blank">here</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-43761972316147052122013-04-23T20:31:00.001-05:002013-04-23T20:31:10.870-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 23A <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-23.html" target="_blank">poem</a> for today.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-25773379163168864882013-04-22T20:23:00.003-05:002013-04-22T20:23:44.839-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 22Today's poem is <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-22.html" target="_blank">here</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-58408259379177736772013-04-21T19:48:00.003-05:002013-04-21T19:48:21.598-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 21<div>
Today's <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-21.html" target="_blank">poem</a>.</div>
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(I have no idea what I'm doing.)The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1554620410061286429.post-13606504915338408292013-04-20T20:34:00.003-05:002013-04-20T20:34:57.070-05:00National Poetry Month: Day 20Here is today's <a href="http://laura-forthetimebeing.blogspot.com/2013/04/national-poetry-month-day-20.html" target="_blank">poem</a>.The Other Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03618067911224855096noreply@blogger.com0