Archive | July 2014

Growing

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This birch tree was in my front yard in Utah.  It is hard to tell at first glance, but two of the tree’s branches grew together and then separated again.  In my yard in CA, I have a redwood tree that became two trees.  They share roots and a trunk, but rise close to 100 feet separately.

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I think that is how we grow too.  Sometimes we need to check back with where we have been before we are ready to grow again up into the sky.

Returning

I haven’t posted in awhile.  Transitions are funny things; it is hard to maintain a focus when surrounded by boxes and you aren’t quite sure of the time zone.  We moved from Utah to California on July 1.  The furniture came several days later, and then on the 12th, we left for a long planned vacation to Europe.  Bad timing in some ways, but the trip was paid for before I decided to leave the church in Ogden at the end of June.

The house is coming together, but I don’t have my home office really set up yet and I don’t start at my new church until August 15th.

Changes.  New things.  Then again, it is also coming home, back to the house where we lived for 25 years and raised our kids.  Some of the old neighbors are still here as are some of our favorite restaurants.   Prices are much higher than Utah, for everything. California isn’t perfect, but it is so worth it to live somewhere my marriage is recognized without question, even by random people standing in line at the deli counter.  (You can’t get Molinari Salami in Utah, and my comment about that started a whole fun conversation about why I had lived there and why I left.)

More poetry will come again I know, but for now, I just wanted to explain my rather long absence.

 

 

Keep Moving

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Pack and unpack

Wrap up and open up

Life goes on

In small surprises

The bud comes to bloom

Blossoms fall to seed

The earth waits

And holds us all

In its gritty muddy

Sometimes messy

Always generous

Sunshiny embrace

 

 

Snakeskin

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Everyday

We lose some of our skin

Flaking off in the bath

Or in the wind

Life does that

So new skin can grow

Softer maybe

Scales and scars discarded

Our pores opening

In eagerness

To the sunshine

Of the new day