Friday, November 30, 2012

mums looking down at the end of November

"And the very act of living is a tide;
at first it seems to make no difference at all,
and then one day you look down
and see how much pain has eroded."

— Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

Thursday, November 29, 2012


"Love, a little shell somewhere
on the ocean floor, opens its mouth.

You and I and we, those imaginary beings,
enter the shell as a single drop of water."

— Rumi, read the whole poem "Entering the Shell"

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

milkweed 2

"The one close to me now; even my own body —
these too will soon become clouds,
floating in different directions."

— Izumi Shikibu
Medieval Poetess

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


"Never close your lips to those
whom you have already
opened your heart."

— Charles Dickens

Monday, November 26, 2012

Peter's 2nd grade Santa

This is the first thing we unpack 
from the Christmas tub.