Posted by: drjamm | May 24, 2010

going on a field trip

I leave in four hours to take my daughter on a week long field trip to the states while my husband stays home so he can meet some work deadlines. Actually a group of ten kids and ten adults are going. I have lots of questions for myself: Can I keep my patience with all those kids? Can I keep my patience with their over-tired parents (me included)? Will we come home alive? (I always feel closer to death when traveling internationally – illogical but true). Will we have a good time? Will I have never ending pre-teen/mother tension? Or will we be able to relax together?

Who knows.

Please wish us well.

I hope your week is wonderful too. Cheers.

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Posted by: drjamm | May 22, 2010

how small a thing

Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.

– Wendell Berry

I love taking photos of small insects, flower petals, or even a bowl of tea. All of Life is exposed in the tiny details. Yesterday this wee bird flew over my head and rested on a branch so high in the trees that I could barely see it. So I zoomed in with my camera, took a photo, and, looking at this image, marveled at this elegant creature. Yes, a little thing does satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest.

May you, too, marvel at the Universe revealed in each small thing. Amen

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Poem credit: I first read this excerpt of a poem, Sabbaths 1999, VII,  by Wendell Berry in my daily email from Ivan at Poetry Chaikhana. I can’t count how many days his poems have set my mind and heart at ease. Check out his daily poem service here: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/

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Posted by: drjamm | May 21, 2010

time for tea

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Posted by: drjamm | May 20, 2010

I am still here

Hello dear blog friend,

I am still here behind the scenes at bright heart singing. I have not forgotten you. I am mothering, murmuring, meandering, meditating, musing, misgiving, mistrusting, mulling, marking, minding, being mindful, having my mind FULL, fully me and then slipping, and then being that other person who lives in a fear place, and then, just like how the first warm day of Spring surprises me with the news that Winter is — finally — over, Love winds surprise me by swooping me up, taking me for a spin through the Love clouds, and setting me back down on this Love land until my Love shoes make a soft THUNK sound on the ground, leaving me in full possession of my Love life. And the whole time I am growing, feeling deep down like this year is a good vintage year for me, like I am maturing into a rich burgundy Love wine, aging to perfection, soon to be poured out and shared. But first, its time to do the laundry, and wash the grimy hand prints off the walls, and whack the dirt out of the hallway rug, and fling open every window and door and let Divine Oxygen fill my home and heart with clean, effervescent Joy.

May Spring bless your heart and home. Blesses Be.

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Posted by: drjamm | February 27, 2010

Skunk fight!

“SKUNK FIGHT!” my husband yells. I am up running before my eyes are open. The ear-splitting sound is unmistakable – like a squirrel with its tail caught in an electric pencil sharpener. Two skunks are airing a disagreement outside our open bedroom window. No matter who wins, there is no way for this conflict to end without our family suffering through olfactory hell.
Bolting from a sound sleep, we prepare for the worst: 60 seconds to get the house locked down before IT happens. With fire-drill precision, my husband runs for the air cleaner; my daughter gets the fan; and I slam the window close. We cower back in our family bed hoping against hope we can be spared.
Meanwhile a menacing stench – a blend of putrid porta-potty, steaming tar, and burning plastic — crawls across our room. The seconds count down until, “BLAM!” we are decimated by the face-melting chemical fog.
“OHHOLYMOTHEROFSKUNK!” we scream as we dive under the duvet trying to seal off the inevitable. But there is no escape from this Cloud of Doom.
We writhe and gag while somewhere outside a triumphant skunk waddles away promising to return, “Hasta la vista, baby.”

I am left lying awake in agony with an old camp tune, Snake Farm, running through my head — except these new words spring to mind:

Skunk fight! Smells pretty nasty.
Skunk fight! Pretty much is.
Skunk fight! Its a varmit conflict.
Skunk fight! Eeeeuuww….

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