from the rubbish, we find new stones
when rebuilding a life
while standing in the rubble
examining the stones that made up
who
you
were
one begins to lay new mortar
picking up old bricks
handing them to another with questions
"what about this one?"
"does it need fixing too?"
because after such a devastating earthquake,
the last person's construction advice you can trust
is
your
own
but then. time...it passes.
it flys by flippantly
throwing up your skirts
tangling your pristine hair.
gasping for breath, you finally stop spinning.
all
is
silent.
and you are standing in front of a wall that once was.
it's shattered to the ground.
without knowing from whence they came,
people start to hand you bricks.
you recognize them, both the faces and the stones.
they
they
love
you.
your hands know how to mix the new cement.
your eyes recognize the ingredients that will no longer work.
your heart trusts your building experience.
because this time
you
have
help.
because this time
you
have
help.
each stone is unique
in texture
in color
in shape and size.
but every few lines of bricks, randomly placed
magically found,
a stone appears.
its color never before seen.
its texture never before so smooth.
its shape perfection.
has it been there all along?
you had no idea
you had such beauty
hidden below the fallow soil.
has it been there all along?
you had no idea
you had such beauty
hidden below the fallow soil.
i call these milestones.
this week was filled with them.
so we begin to build.
a stronger,
sturdier,
softer
fortress of the heart
never
there
was.
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We had a lovely week indeed. Here are a few shots from Balboa Park, San Diego
(location of all shots above, as well)
This is the botanical garden...
We then headed east towards the fountain
We had a lovely week indeed. Here are a few shots from Balboa Park, San Diego
(location of all shots above, as well)
This is the botanical garden...
We then headed east towards the fountain
Happy Friday,
crm
5 comments:
Beautiful photography! Stunning poetry! Again, you leave me breathless and in awe of you!
(I especially loved the one of Clara! Absolutely adorable!)
"has it been there all along?
you had no idea
you had such beauty
hidden below the fallow soil."
You've spoken for me, too (if you don't mind).
Oh, yes, "your hands know how to mix the new cement.your eyes recognize the ingredients that will no longer work.your heart trusts your building experience."
Amen. Must I say more? It is all like a prayer in the wind, and has fallen over me this afternoon, here in the small town of Camas.
xoxo, cbm
T cooing at C through the palm leaves - my aching heart.
Thank you for being such a faithful, eloquent, loving witness.
A beautiful, beautiful, post. Your words are powerful and true. Your sister is so fortunate to have your help along the difficult journey and in her life there will be happiness and fullness once again :-) Blessings.
Your posts always are great...this one could lie comfortably with works by Sara Teasdale. I am stirred, proud, honored to be a father. Jonathan
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