Words Escape Me

laundry line

Sometimes,

I feel like working in silence.

Kneading bread dough,

painting walls,

pulling weeds with the sunshine on my back.

fence

Here are some images from a walk around the block in historic Richmond on a quiet afternoon.

 

wringer

Richmond oaks

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Fire and Ice

Sunrise

The Winter Solstice, shortest day of the year, and end of all eternity.  Yet we’re still here.

Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

No Reservations

Photograph by Felipe Ordonez – http://www.travel.nationalgeographic.com

Birdsong pierces the thin walls

of consciousness

as the sun warms the tent.

Last night I slept in an olive grove

on a hill above Florence,

today it’s on to Sarteano by way of Siena

and the fertile fields of Tuscany.

Willing slave to adventure,

I go where Mistress GPS commands.

I make a choice

random points on the map

…here

…there

but what awaits me in between?

That’s the delicious mystery.

I drink it all in and it becomes part of me.

Waves crashing in a hidden cove,

forum steps where people gather,

painted walls of sun-warmed stucco,

stone bodies frozen in ecstasy,

arches that draw the eye upward in wonder,

and ancient streets long covered in ash.

Fully awake,  joyfully alive

I celebrate the journey.

~Kim Montes

Return to Lilac Lane

http://kuhistory.com/articles/for-the-girls-who-must-travel-up-hill/

Watkins Scholarship Hall

My past and her future met at the door

Of a house that I left in ’84 and she had never seen.

Helpful hands and smiling faces welcomed us and made us feel

At home.

Familiar columns, desk and stairways, the sleeping porch and kitchens held

Memories of so much laughter, uncertainty, tears, friendship, experiences shared

And the promise of the same and more for her.

We visited each room and then I saw it among the images

Of women stretching back through years and generations.

Posing on the sun porch, familiar faces and some forgotten,

Spirits blessing those here and now

In this grand old house.

Written after dropping my daughter off at college; she lived in the same house I had lived in 30 years before.

Photo courtesy of http://www.kuhistory.com.  Read more about Elizabeth Watkins and Watkins Scholarship Hall here.