Sunday, September 13, 2009


the muse came uninvited!
his unpredictablity disturbed
and charmed with delicious
bits of wit.
I know his ways
and how he never stays
but she is young old spirit muse;
come back again
give me the soul
we'll put you down on
velum paper
with black letters
trimmed in gold. my broken hearted, you loved and gave, I say you didn't lose a thing. Keep your laugh inside your pocket. Mom

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Nine Nine Nine! Do It Now!

Nine, nine nine. Some people say that's just six six six standing on it's head. Either way, it's magical and I won't see that number again in my lifetime. Driving to the gym tonight, I happened to glance at the clock right when it turned to 9:09 p.m., and I remembered what a first grader said to me. "It won't be here tomorrow!"
In numerology, the number nine represents completion and wisdom. People from all over the world today prayed and meditated on our "oneness". They even named this day the day of interconnectedness. Charlie went home sick because his body felt weird. Hannah was dizzy. My sleep was disturbed by memories of past wrongs. Twice I hit the pillow. Angie called and wanted to cancel her video shoot at my house. Excuses were made. The rain turned off the sun's light. "Would the deck be too dark for the camera?" Angie asked. "Well, you're the photographer" I answered. "It may cast shadows" she added. Our frustration was building and limitations were taking over. "What do you think Sandy?" "Do it!" we both said in unison.
Three small children came for the art class video and turned our world right side up again. We made eggshell mosaics and ironically it made sense to bring up the fact that people are all sorts of sizes. When we're glued together, it makes a pretty picture.
Once in a blue moon when numbers like nine nine nine at 9:09 p.m. come along, I'm going to remember that it's all about the present moment! Do your life now, don't wait. In the words of a very wise first grader, "it won't be here tomorrow!"