Friday, May 31, 2013
Ordinarily, after dropping out of the blog-o-sphere, I usually have some lame excuse about how I've been 'super busy'. In this case, not only have I been busy, but we pretty much reinvented our entire way of life. At the beginning of this year we left our little house of nearly 9 years and all of our wonderful friends and we set off for Oregon.
It had been a long term goal of ours to move to Oregon (see my preliminary and clearly articulated plan HERE) but it was still surreal to actually pack up our entire house and drive off into the sunset. Of course it didn't actually happen as easily as that because I had to leave a job, start a new job, and find a new place to live all in one week, then hire and schedule movers and leave Justin to pack up our entire house while I lived out of suitcases and Jasper-the-sensitive-Springer-Spaniel tried to figure out what exactly happened to everything.
Fast forward to May and life is still semi-chaotic, but we are settling in to the low-key Oregon lifestyle-- which involves almost no traffic, reusable grocery totes, microbrews, gorgeous hikes and beautiful rugged beaches. We have yet to decide on the perfect property for our utopian organic farm, but for the time being we are just enjoying the view.
Friday, November 30, 2012
I have been posting Friday poems intermittently for some time, and while I know that the poems I post here stand alone and need no explanation I would like to say a word about poetry in general. Having been drawn to poetry my whole life, I sometimes forget that not everyone has the connection to it that I do. In the same way that you might return to a stunning photograph, or savor that delicious glass of wine, or stand in awe before a perfect painting, to me, a well-written poem is incredibly powerful. If you are not typically a reader of poetry, I hope that you enjoy these. And if you are new to my blog, you can go to the Friday Poems archive a read a few more.
Before She Died
When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you.
As if with enough attention, I could take it in for you.
With all the leaves gone almost from
the trees, I did not walk briskly through the field.
Late today with my dog Wool, I lay down in the upper field,
he panting and aged, me looking at the blue. Leaning
on him, I wondered how finite these lustered days seem
to you. A stand of hemlock across the lake catches
my eye. It will take a long time to know how it is
for you. Like a dog's lifetime -- long -- multiplied by sevens.
Copyright 2000 by Karen Chase.
from Kazimierz Square, 2000
CavanKerry Press, Fort Lee, N.J.
labels: friday poems
Monday, November 19, 2012
I usually try to keep our shop news on our shop blog, but I had to share this one. Check out our glass seashell used in a recent advertisement by Kraft Macaroni & Cheese!
Of course you can purchase your very own world famous glass seashell terrarium right HERE.
And check me out, I got through this whole post without any cheesy puns. Almost.