i went, and cast no shadow in the shadow of the wood."
edna st.vincent millay
overnight everything turned rainy and cold and cozy. i spent the day in rainboots and calico, exploring and wondering and reading poetry like in a dream and could not remember where i was headed and felt like i was twisted in gypsy mist. i spent the thundering afternoon at a wood paneled pub in the pines with plates of sherpherds pie and pitchers of beer and pool tables. we were celebrating a baby's birth; we were celebrating leavetaking and springtime, new life and the refreshing of earth and the swelling of waters. i spent the night at a campground by the river and awoke early to hail on the tin roof, patches of sun and shadow, starlings and hummingbirds and wild geese calling their tiny babies to follow. i sat on the deserted terrace over the wide slow river taking branches, soil, birds, fish, bramble and berry for rides to secret swirling coves.
and i listened to forest songs and made another mix tape and thought about things that have happened that will never happen again and animals i've loved and strange and mysterious sights i have seen.
have you all seen the 1978 movie Pretty Baby?
addie has been telling me about it for years and finally darin and i watched it.
i directly fell in love with the lush new orleans ambience, and you all know i fancy old brothels.
the hats, slips, corsets, bloomers, petticoats, stockings, eyelet lace and cleavage...i was dying.
the subject matter is somewhat difficult. brooke shields plays 12-year-old Violet, growing up in the brothel with her mother's (a glorious Susan Sarandon) nonchalant guidance.
saucy young Violet is over sexualized and objectified, and the film doesn't seem overly concerned about that fact. i kind of appreciated that indifference, as if glimpsing some other world with a completely different set of values, without judgment. however the scenes are shown with such grace and beauty that you get the feeling the director Louis Malle was somehow getting off on the whole thing. i guess that's what i found a tad disturbing.
if you've seen it, did it bother …
I know that a lot of people say "Jesus is the Reason for the Season," especially in this little country town. And don’t get me wrong; I love the baby Jesus. But for me there’s a little more to the story. For me a powerful reason for the season is
the town itself, the home that holds and supports little families, neighborhoods, friend groups, classes full of teachers and students, work teams, hospital staff, small businesses, bars, restaurants, grocery stores: in other words various social hubs, the places where we find ourselves most part of community.
Since I believe in love and togetherness I think community is the reason for the season.
And so I enjoy taking the girls down to the traditional Christmas parade in Placerville immensely. This year, maybe because our Festival of Lights the night after Thanksgiving was rained out and had a pretty pathetic turn-out, the parade seemed more busy than ever. Then again, every year it seems busier than ever. I'm tempted to thin…
Four years ago I wrote a post about some of our favorite children's Christmas books. Four years ago. How can that be?!
We still love all those books and every single one of them has been read at least once this December, some many times. Some that were library books have since made their way into our permanent collection. This year I thought I'd make a new post with ten more wintry books we've picked up and enjoyed along the way.
Our Christmas books come out of hiding the day after Thanksgiving. Here is our dear friend Ryann braving sick kids to read to the girls when she was home on a visit.
We picked up The Christmas Whale, from 1945, at a thrift store and we adore it. I see now as I look it up online that it's actually worth a little bit of money. Ours is a battered ex-library copy, but we absolutely love its delightful story and pictures.
When the reindeer get sick, all the northern animals want to help Santa, but they all have reasons they're unable. So to…