A day of beautiful words, images, and voices.
Joy and Zeal
July 22nd, 2009 · Musings
JOY:Â the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation: She felt the joy of seeing her son’s success.
ZEAL: –noun fervor for a person, cause, or object; eager desire or endeavor; enthusiastic diligence; ardor.
Hubby and I have arrived for the first day of this summer’s Shaker Seminar. This year it is being hosted for 2 1/2 days at Enfield Shaker Museum and then 2 more days at Canterbury Shaker Village.
For many of us, we get to reunite with old friends and acquaintances; for others who work or research together, it is a place to focus together. For all of us it is a deep pleasure to spend time listening, engaging in conversation, and joining in the company of others who share your interest.
Our first presentation this evening was about dance in the world of the Shakers’s spirtuatl observation: joy and zeal in the observance of their spirtual life.
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Mom and Alzheimer’s….
July 20th, 2009 · Musings
“I called to tell you your Aunt Betty has passed.”
“I’m the last of 5 you know.”
“I’m so upset about the news that I get confused. I’m the last standing of 8 you know.”
“I don’t know why nobody called me.”
“Do you know anything about it?”
“Did you go to the funeral?”
“I’m the last of 5 you know: let’s see Mary, you…”
“I won’t keep you any longer.”
“Do you know if Ma knows?”
“Will you send me the notice in the paper?”
“I’m the last of 5 – I didn’t think I’d outlive them all.”
“I love you. Talk to you later.”
I know Mom. I know that you are upset and amazed at outliving twelve brothers and sisters. I know that you just forgot for a little that your mother died in 1971. I know that you just forgot momentarily that I was your daughter and not your sister. I know that you were on a nice vacation in the mountains with your companion and your children didn’t want to call you and upset you on your trip — maybe the last trip you’ll remember until you forget totally. I know that you love me. I know it’s not the last time you’ll call me the wrong child. It’s okay — I know Mom — it’s okay. (It’s really not okay, is it Mom? But that’s life.)
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The verbs of summer
July 18th, 2009 · Musings
Polish, strip, sort, arrange, clean, move, toss, paint, fold, wash, sand, shove.
Swim, read, rest, gulp, sweat, squish.
What are your summer verbs?
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Tall Ships in Boston
July 14th, 2009 · Musings
Just a quick post — a couple of photos of the Tall Ships in Boston here with SailBoston.  The crowds were thick, but mostly considerate. The lines were too long to get on any of them. But we went on a bus trip from our local town and enjoyed an hour and a half harbor cruise where we enjoyed seeing most of them fairly close (also in evidence in the hundreds — policemen of all types!).
