Tagged: wonderfulworld

03
Feb
2007

ILLUMINATION

How lucky can you be? Is it luck or is it coincidence when things come together in that certain constellation that either leaves you gasping with admiration or smug with pride, or just aglow with fulfillment? Even the small things: getting a parking place near the door when the lot is full and cars are circling like sharks, and then discovering there are sales going on for just the things you are shopping for? Slowly closing a book in the morning that filled you up over the last few days like good cream and later in the day, pulling another...

27
Jan
2007

I KNEW THAT I WOULD, NOW

Oh! I feel good (da nanananana!) I was gonna post yesterday but first I was at work (no posting allowed (ha! (I just typed aloud) by order of me) and then I was racing to the grocery store to buy ingredients for my super wonderful yummo dinner that I was hosting for my first friends and then I was cooking cooking COOKING like a madwoman, and then I was cleaning up the hot chicken bouillon broth water that I slopped all over the stovetop, the front of the oven and the kitchen floor when I suffered a lapse in judgement...

22
Jan
2007

WINTER IS HERE!

When I woke up this morning there was a thin layer of puffy white sparkle dust on everything and it’s been SNOWING all morning…and it’s STICKING! Yay! FINALLY!!!

02
Nov
2006

WEATHERBEATEN

This work week is wringing me out like a washcloth, twisting just tight enough to make my shoulders cram up against the small bones where spine meets skull. It’s been a week of breathless galloping through projects, and then galloping back and forth over my tracks, reined in by the wishes of others. Still, I’m satisfied. I’m getting things done, although I’ve had to say no twice to people, something I hate having to do. No, I’m sorry, I can’t take your project although I know there isn’t anyone else that you can ask, there isn’t anyone else who can...

22
Oct
2006

EARTH’S CRAMMED WITH HEAVEN

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! —Humbert Wolfe Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O’er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days. —Will Carleton

14
Aug
2006

THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING

BANG! Sizzzzzz! I’ve read about the smell of ozone that comes after a lightning strike but I’ve never experienced it for myself, until today, and then it was several times in fast succession and through the windows of the car and several layers of sheeting water. When you want to find a metaphor for something that goes fast, it’s easy to say it’s fast as lightning, but when lightning is making the ground tremble and burning split-second forked pathways along your retinas, you suddenly realize that there is nothing to compare lightning TO. It’s as fast as lightning! WHAM! A...

08
Jul
2006

HOT FLASH

Much as I love the sunshine, I wish the temperatures would crank down about 15 degrees. It’s been over 90° all week, and I am not a fan of heat and humidity. When it rains in Sweden, everyone grumbles about the weather. When it’s dark and cold here, everyone bitches and moans. When it’s unexpectedly hot for an extended period of time, which is normally very, very rare, even in the south of Sweden (which, if you will recall, is on the same latitude as ANCHORAGE, ALASKA for god’s sake), everyone in Sweden is fervently wishing it would cool off...

02
Jul
2006

DON’T WISH IT AWAY, DON’T LOOK AT IT LIKE IT’S FOREVER

For the most part, penultimate summer lives only in our memories, a childhood haze of endless sunny days with no school spent poolside, our limbs sealy and brown, slick with water. Mother’s voice, calling distant, while the lightning bugs gather and flash and the streetlamps buzz and strengthen as we skip along the hedgerow, with the sun still lighting our way home despite the hour. 3 days and counting: Perfect summer in Sweden. This is when the tourist board rushes out to photograph the countryside, sunlight and warmth lighting up the red wooden houses and blue and gold crossed flags...

26
Jun
2006

MASTER RELAXER, MISSING MOM, REMINISCES

On my mother’s last day here we spent a lot of time in the car, a lot of time in the sun and a lot of time laughing and playing with things. We got up relatively early and we drove away into the sunshine. An hour north found us in the green, green woods of the Wanås castle grounds. We wandered through the old stalls and barns, now scrubbed and whitewashed and turned to gallery installations, and then out into the sunshine and the bright translucent green of the beech leaves high above us. Since 1987, Wanås has been an...

18
Jun
2006

GUEST BLOGGING BY LIZARDMOM

Today I went to Hell and back—took my daughter and grandson too! Not at all what you would expect! We had our choice of which color hell* (red, fuschia, pink, even white) we wanted to hide in, or more likely…to get lost in. It is actually a very lovely place, beautiful fragrances, colorful, cool—(since it is hidden from the sun when you’re in it), and an almost magical place. If you looked closely, with softened eyes, you could see fairies, too! It was a fanciful place, complete with an ear to the ground listening for our words and thoughts, a...

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