another world.

shhhh.


can you hear it?
can you hear the
moving
shifting
coming
turning...?

in the coffee brewing.

in the snow melting drip by melodic drip.

in the sun finally showing himself.

in the lights of morning traffic.

in the rhythm of typing keys.

can't you?
can't you hear it?


in the spontaneous purchased flowers.
in the friend's honest answer.
in the shaky 'no' exercised today.
in your newest idea.
in the chance encounter.

yes. 
there it is now.
you can feel it.
you can.

in that moment with the radio.
in your boy's innocent question.
in the rhythm of typing keys.
in the brighten candle.
in the rise and fall of your breath.

another world.
it's brewing.
if you listen
{and you must listen}
we can hear her breathing . . .

 - n.

post inspired by one of my favorite novelist, Arundhati Roy.

happy christmas: i am home.

i'll be home for Christmas,

you can count on me.

i'll be home for Christmas...

... if only in my dreams.

last year

i sang this song 

with a bit of 

a catch in my throat.

{a lump really}.

because i was no where

near home.

quite far far away actually.

and sometimes

that something in my throat

was just too much 

to swallow.

it would brim over,

seeping out

the sides of my eyes.

even when

i never asked it to.

because i missed...

the blustery snow.

the trimmed tree.

the cozy house.

the driveway shoveling.

the cooking making.

the caroling at the market.

the Eve service tradition.

the family gatherings.

the faces.

i missed home.

and yet, here i am now

an entire year later.

still in a place

quite different from my home

marking the day of Christmas. 

and it was this very afternoon

that i sat

amongst my sister, mom and dad,

when this song...

...that song.

carried itself through the 

speakers and filled our

Christmas-space.

i'll be home for Christmas,

you can count on me... 

i noticed.

there was no catch

this time.

because i realized.

that wherever i am.

south or north or east

it doesn't much

matter.

because in fact

it is not the place

that tells me.

no.

it's those 3 people.

mom & dad & sister.

they are the ones that tell me.

my body rests,

and my mind can take a sigh.

and i just know

that wherever i am

with these people.

yes indeed.

i am home.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

wishing you well

wherever you find yourself

this Christmas,

- n.

alice's wonderland.

have you ever read,

alice in wonderland?

perhaps you saw the movie

as a child.

maybe it intrigued 

frightened & fascinated

you

all at the same time.

it did me.

but the book...

let's just say...

reading is so much

different that seeing

anyway this quote

found me

today.

the conversation between

alice and the caterpillar:

"Who are you?" 

said the Caterpillar.

This was not 

an encouraging opening 

for a conversation.

Alice replied, 

rather shyly,

"I--I hardly know, Sir,

just at present--at least 

I know who I was when I got

up this morning,

but I think I must

have been changed

several times since then."

"What do you mean by that?"

 said the Caterpillar, sternly. 

"Explain yourself!"

"I can't explain 

myself,

I'm afraid, Sir," 

said Alice,

"because I'm not myself, you see."

and. 

i agree with alice.

sometimes so many changes

can make me feel 

quite confused.

but i like her journey.

she is a brave girl.

until next time,

-n.

photos found from here & here.

connection.

It is something that cannot be described easily. When suddenly I look around and realize that all my life is is a movement of motions...actions carried out with varying intentionality. It is in these moments that I my spirit longs to feel a connection. To something beyond myself. Something greater than my actions...motions.

Sometimes it is friends who in the beauty of relationship wonder why or reassure of the why. Sometimes my back needs to feel the earth pressed against it; to listen to the greater rhythms that twirl the world in a soft dance.

For me today, it was something entirely different. Something that is extraordinary, yet the simplest fact of life. Its been around since the very beginning and will never cease to exist.
Today.
I was one of the first to welcome a small baby to this world. This boy, mere hours after crossing the threshold from place so near to his Creation into a life of color, with many, many unknowns. Holding this small fellow in my arms, I felt this connection to the rhythms of the world.

We all are teachers. We all are learners. We must only must learn to remember this with great reverence and eagerness. There is so much, so very much to share.

May you today, in whatever ebb and flow you find yourself: be it house work, yard work, studying, writing, playing, holding, fixing or simply existing.