



I've lost all track of time and of updates but that's only because time has become virtually irrelevant. Ultimate zen. Most enlightened master!!!



I've lost all track of time and of updates but that's only because time has become virtually irrelevant. Ultimate zen. Most enlightened master!!!


It's serious hunker down winter time around here. The heat's on, the warm woolens are out and the big socks are on! There's nothing more cozy than a little baby snuggling in though. Natanya has a funny little bald stripe (which I should take a picture of) across the back of her head because she uses her head as a rudder to scootch across the bed on. She loves to be close and warm and literally pushes us to the very edge of the bed every night.
So hard to believe the seasons have all gone by and brought us back to autumn. Have I been dreaming, sleeping, somnombulizing?! But we are here and the leaves are singing; Orange, Red, Yellow, sometimes Green & mostly Brown. I sing back; tiny Fingers, tiny Toes, all those lovely little Folds! 
Though the body is small
it takes the whole spirit to inhabit
its dimensions
for a person to be whole
to be connected to this earth
this world of winds
this horizon
so far from heaven
You've come from so far
now you must unhitch your wings
and take the sting out from
beside your shoulders
fall into this new life
with the resounding sound
of whale songs
like thunder
come on home
this is what i do during the snippets of Natanay's nap times. i don't brush my teeth or wash my face or return the emails/phone calls... that i most desperately need to tend to. i rush to cut up bits of faberic or paste together pieces of paper so i can have her wake to the magic that she inspires!
and when i'm not doing that, i'm laying or sitting beside her, watching in awe at how she moves and grows and smiles and frowns even as she sleeps...
newly found this land
of quickening rivers
and unturned stones
the objects in my bag are
of no use here
where the sky is the only place
to lay things down
where the wind is the only voice
alive for long enough to know
your song
i carry you with me
your body a little cricket-worth of weight
a river rock rubbed smooth and shiny
the gift we all arrive here for;
the treasure too big for a pocket
too small for the world
so i protect you
with my big heart
like a giant bird; alert
while we navigate this new place
you coo little dove
you blossom
you bloom
you carry such sweet love
enough to fill the sky with
when you lay it down
newly found this land
of night time feasts
and moonlit days
there are no objects that will guide us
but the beating of the little heart
beside it's mother
is the path
lit with the blessing of the stars






the time it takes to change a diaper
and to nurse for sustainance and to nurse for comfort
the time it takes to inspect a toe
or to watch the rise and fall of a tiny chest
the time it takes for sleep to become hunger and for satiety to become sleep
the time it takes for another day to have passed, certainly not 24 hours!
the time it takes for the rash to arrive and then to heal?
the time it takes for the eyes to open
for the umbilical cord to dry and fall away from the belly button
for the face to change again and again...
the time it takes before the first bath the first time outside the first walk to the mailbox the first...
the time it takes to know each expression, each turn of the wrist each stretch and yawn and quiver of lips
the time it takes to feel comfortable in the shower without her or even brushing teeth or having a simple, tiny little pee...
the time that evaporates and the time that extends
the time we made love and made this little person
who we love and who we admire and respect and enjoy...
the time that passes while i feel sad
the time that feels overwhelming
the time that feels like joy in bloom
the time little fingers curl around big fingers or find my chest or fall like butterflies against my ribcage...
the time spent thinking about all the other things i could/should be doing
the time spent being completely present and enjoying exactly what i'm doing
the time spent preparing and the time spent winging it
time in and out of the zone
the time zone of new baby
the heart zone of new time
time?
I can see already that any illusions I had about blogging and projects and (brushing my teeth) are on temporarary as time allows status.
I will do my best to share the cute, sweet love but please know that silence is no indication of anything other than an adjustment to this new time.
My god, even though I knew I'd love this little tiny girl, I never knew it was possible to love this much!!!

i want to be alone with you
no crowds no other voices
some day soon
we'll touch again
we'll drown out all the other noises
i sit and miss the way your hair moves
just a little in the breeze
the home you've never known
my arms are wide
to tend to all your needs
and there's a little space
a little time left
in between the place of growing
and the place of showing us your face
in between us there's a small dark path
if we both start moving we will meet at last
i want to see the sky with you
follow your eyes to the farthest star
where you've been, we'll go again
on wings and things
made from the finest in my heart
i lay here dreaming
of your palm, the size of petals
sweet as early summer's roses bloom
your cheek a magic picture window
your breathing, filling up the room
but there's still a little space
a little time left
in between the place of growing
and the place of showing us your face
in between us there's a small dark path
now if we both start moving we will meet at last
I call these Natanya flowers because I had an incredible experience involving a labyrinth, a windy day, two little birds, visions of my daughter and a single stem of these flowers (palmer penstemon). A few days later they showed up in my yard. They are a wild flower with an incredible aroma and they have beautiful stems and leaves and flowers. Today when I finished hanging up the diapers I noticed a little bee flying in and out and all around... Beautiful summer, wondrous world. Time for a popsicle!!!
I figured I'd take a picture of the diapers which today fill me up with a sense of joy and romantic imagining because I'm pretty sure I''ll never feel this way about hanging diapers on the clothesline again!
exhale
is what the rain says
though the skylight leaks
below the new roof
into the room
and my breath feels stuck
inside my chest at midnight
come on, breathe!
call for help in morning
after rest
before the farmers market
and the swimming pool
shhhh
there's another side to this
somewhere near
it's dry enough for fireworks
imagine,
someone out there found a way
to dodge the downpour
and send out
a spark
inhale
is what the rain sings
take this opportunity to practice
surrender
giving time and space
to all that enters
making room
for what comes next
exhale


We're all set! Natanya's room is ready for her. We've finished our birthing classes (birthing from within; HIGHLY RECOMMENDED).
and seconds...
*What wonderful friends I have! Kerry made and sent out 30 invitations while in the midst of moving from CT to SANTA FE! She and Larkin planned and put together a very beautiful and fairly non-traditional baby shower and about 25 of the 30 people were able to come...
*Natanya received many beautiful, thoughtful gifts, all of which were things that I love! I was thinking that it's going to be a little tough for me when she's old enough to open her own presents!!!
all little wings
As I lay in bed this morning, waking up slowly, having dreamy thoughts about how it will be years before I will be able to laze in bed late having dreamy thoughts

waking moon
you wield your light like fierce weaponry
burning down the wall
interrogating me with questions
i cannot answer
crazy making moon
i'm with you, as if in shackles
bound by tired mind
a rambling din of voices
like strings on a puppet
tethered to your swollen glow
Help me to spill
to open up into the sea of sleeping
where on other nights
you calmly watch
your soft eyes
collecting dreams
let go and move the oceans
there is time
beneath your craggy surface
take a breath
and let us rest
before the sun comes
waking moon
your perfect circle is a tunnel
beckoning
crazy making moon
show me your other hand
the one who's fingers soothe
who's palm
against my eyelids
quiets the dawn



The last two weeks were busy wit house guests. First, my parents came and we had a really great visit. They arrived just in time for the beginning of spring weather and we ate and shopped and did a bunch of springtime yard work... The day they left, my friend Kerry arrived. She's moving to Santa Fe and came for a whirlwind week of apartment hunting (she found a great one!) before going back to CT to pack and drive back out ... Again, a very pleasant visit with lots of eating and warm sunshine.
5 1/2 months. A little more. This pic does my thighs and bottom a ton of justice! It's ALL getting bigger. And better! soon I'll post more project pictures (including Annie's wrapping fabric burp cloths).