Juicy...

yeah, gossip..talking the talk & relishing the fun facts about faculty & maybe about administrators. No harm done, no foul. Just a little talking about things.

Being in a funk; feeling blue...how can that be more than a whisp of a breeze..as now we talk & have a chuckle. Fun being old enough to know better & still able to share a tidbit of easy gossip.

Quiet Time...

& being still. My son has a moment to talk with me, as we drive to Brighton. I am there to support him. I am with him to be the parent that I always knew that I would be...non-judgemental, approachable...& kind. I hope he sees me this way.

So, here we are ..and later,
Yes, later I take him to one of my favorite haunts...the Burger Joint in Harvard Square, where the din & the noise-level give an illusion of being in the 'thick of it'. Are we?

It's enjoyable, it's fun.
Walking in the Square, talking & walking...easy.

A Thought on a Humid Day!

A Thought on a Humid Day!

The phone was ringing..too late at night to be social. My son’s voice on the other end, ‘hey, Mom!’.

‘What’s wrong, honey!’

‘Nothing. Just wanted you to know that I invited the Soccer team over for a Pasta Dinner on Friday! Everyone’s psyched.’

‘Okay. So, how many athletes coming along?’

‘Well, including the coaches, about thirty guys. And, I told them about your home-made speghetti sauce & meatballs, so you can’t buy them.’ ‘Okay!’

‘My pleasure…not a problem. See you on Wednesday at the game, & pasta & home-made everything on Friday.’

So, teaching a million classes at three colleges & preparing the meal for the soccer team. Wow!

The athletes came & went….in a matter of an hour or so…wow! Nice boys, nice & polite..hugs all around & thanks all around. What a pleasure.

My son is a joy! How fun is all of this….very fun. A Blast!

Time...

and aging, where did the days go? Spent! Time and space leaving the energy of one's youth intact & the aspirations readily remain. Experience and passion, life and death require another look and a long reflection.

Summertime..twenty-seven years later...

and, the later part is the part that is bewildering. The time passing, the spirit soaring and the never-ending goodness & loving. Love, a word defining that jeux de vie, the energy & pulse of living...& the spirit remains the same. Time passing..or not at all; standing & being. It is perplexing...but it is good.

Watching two horses, one white-one mocha. Both large & yes, sinewy..with tails whipping the crisp August air. They position themselves, head-to-tail and stand firm, the sensuality of the muscles and the tails-movement; the heads held high..& the closeness of their bodies...mesmerized me.