September 2006 Archives
- September 24, 2006: Mirrored || No. of Comments: 8
There are very few moments that we cannot experience through technology. From our living rooms we can go on wild African safaris or deep-sea diving or high mountain climbing. Sometimes I feel like there are no more surprises left, which is one of the worst thoughts ever. But this is one moment that can only be experienced in person. The moon makes shattered mirrors out of the Wisconsin lake and the wind blows in the first gusts of autumn. The dark outline of the trees blends with the water blends with the sky, a monochromatic seamless mix of subtle luminosities….
- September 19, 2006: Legacy || No. of Comments: 6
I have my mother’s mother’s eyes. In the 25 years that we shared, my grandmother and I never commented on that fact, though I was often startled to see my own eyes looking back at me, all bluish-greenish with a ring of amber around the pupils. This past summer, she passed away at 93. When I traveled home for the funeral, I found a book she wrote in when my sister and I were tiny one year olds, in May 1982. It was one of those books that grandparents are supposed to fill out for their grandchildren, giving some background…
- September 12, 2006: Dreaming || No. of Comments: 3
There are times, like now, when the room is dark and the music is soft and the candles are lit and my mind is roaming the dimensions of my life when I start to feel that my single greatest possession is hope. In those moments, I wish for the ability to turn that hope into something material, like knitting a warm wool hat, something I can give to the people I love to replace their old hats knit from heartache or shame or loneliness. Perhaps we can even start knitting classes for our hope hats. Then we can knit hats…
