Sunday, December 8, 2013

Soul Balm

It is foggy and quiet and warm here today as if a curtain had been drawn around us, a curtain of translucent mist. Mr. Moon is on his way home and I've taken the trash, and Jason and the boys will be out soon. Jason and Mr. Moon are going to cut up Jason's deer and the boys and I are going to hang out although Owen is starting to want to be with the fellows more and more and oh, well, Gibson always wants to be with his Boppy. But very sharp knives will be involved and that is not a child-friendly activity.

I slept and slept and slept last night and if I dreamed I do not know but perhaps this is still a dream, it all seems very dream-like, even the trash place, everything enveloped in this fog. Here are some flowers.

A camellia.

A rose. Both pink, one more delicate, perhaps, than the other in its blush.

Drip, drip, drip goes the water sliding off the leaves of the Bradford Pears onto the carpet of gold beneath. That is what I am hearing and also the talk of the hens in the coop as they wait patiently for me to let them out to begin their day of scratching through the wet leaves into the dirt beneath to find what treats they may. Quiet now, but soon it will not be so. The boys will get here and there will be shouts and laughing. I hope my Owen is in a good mood. Sometimes he already reminds me of a surly teenager, so protective of his feelings, so fully involved in them. His face is becoming far more boy and less baby but Gibson is still a happy little soul, his face dances from joy to curiosity, from frustration to flirtation so quickly. 

What a joy to be able to write all this down, to give witness to it day after day. 
And I want to link my friend Terry's post today. She is a hospice nurse and a beautiful, precious soul and she was my best friend in nursing school and has a room in my heart which is all her own forever and ever, amen.
Go read what she had to say today here. 
I'm pretty sure you would be hard put to find anything more true and profound on the internet today. 

I hope you're having a good day. I hope there is some quiet and peace in your life, and laughter and kisses and some good reason to celebrate something, even if it's just the most delicate shade of pink in the world, even if it's just the sound of water dripping from leaves on this, our planet of dirt and water, of wonder and of miracle. 


  1. Thanks for the flowers today Ms. Moon. It is below zero here right now. Damn it.

    I'm off to read your friend's post.

  2. You have a beautiful house, and by that I mean your heart.

  3. Thanks for the flowers and the view of your incredible house. Balm there--and in your friend Terry's post.
    Have fun with those boys!

  4. Dear Mary- I think I still have your address. Expect some grape jelly from the Northwest for your table.

    XXXX Beth

  5. Jill- It is crazy warm here for this time of year. Even Florida should be cooler than this. But I'm not complaining.

    Angella- Thank you. There is a room in it for you, as well.

    Denise- Terry's so wise, isn't she? And good. And funnier than you could ever know.

    Beth Coyote- Yay! And I didn't pickle a thing this year. I will have to think of something else to send you. Ooh. I can't wait for that jelly!

    Madame Rebecca- It makes me feel so very good to have you visit it. You are, at this point, a part of my world.

  6. There is love and good stuff in my life right now. I am happy for the moment.


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