winter’s bone.

January 12, 2011

[pieces&thoughts.]

The victims of the Tucson shooting, a tragic murder in OKC. Dear friends who lost their baby; friends who never had a chance to conceive. Those who continue to grieve death of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers. The deaths that are happening again and again with no justice. Much death, much winter. It is difficult to understand, difficult to form prayers.

Winter’s bone: there is death, cold, quiet, loneliness, bitter, sleep, dark. Yes, there is that. And believe me, it is cold days like these when I cannot get my toes to ever warm up, as the sun sets so early, that I honestly feel like spring will never come.

Every year the cold feels colder, and I forget what the warm sun on my skin is like. Don’t you remember, silly girl? Spring comes every year, melting the cold, kissing our bodies again. We have hope that the roots under the snow, under the dormant branches, are breathing a life, pumping a blood, recreating cells – it will all come to bear fruit in the spring.

[read.]

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
– Wendell Berry

WINTER TREES

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

For more poetry to see you through winter’s dark months: Poetry of Deep Winter

[listen.]

Death is promised to the bee who’s sting protects the colony
Was it’s life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?
Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply, when church beels make no sound.
In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand in and hourglass? 

The smartest thing I’ve ever learned is that i don’t have all the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived.
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live.

But the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard is that i don’t have to have the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole


snow

December 21, 2010

The Chicago-based band Sleeping at Last asked listeners to submit Christmas video footage to combine into a community-made music video for their song “Snow.” The film is beautiful, providing a simple, pieced-together back drop for the song. The lyrics are so rich in the reflections of Christmas past, present, and future – as we look for hope and cling to love.

The branches have traded
Their leaves for white sleeves
All warm blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe
Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees

Christmas lights tangle in knots annually
All families huddle closely
Betting warmth against the cold
All the bruises seem to surface
Like mud beneath the snow

So we sing carols softly
As sweet as we know
A prayer that our burdens will lift as we go
Like young love still waiting under mistletoe
We’ll welcome December with tireless hope

Let our bells keep on ringing
Making angels in the snow
And may the melody disarm us
When the cracks begin to show

Like the petals in our pockets
May we remember who we are
Unconditionally cared for
By those who share our broken hearts

The table is set
And all glasses are full
The pieces go missing
May we still feel whole
We’ll build new traditions in place of the old
Cause life without revision will silence our souls

Let the bells keep on ringing
Making angels in the snow
And may the melody surround us
When the cracks begin to show

Like the petals in our pockets
May we remember who we are
Unconditionally cared for
By those who share our broken hearts

As gentle as feathers
The snow piles high
Our world gets rewritten and retraced every time
Like fresh plates and clean slates
Our future is white
New Years resolutions are reset tonight

[Snow by Sleeping at Last on the December EP]

O Come Emmanuel

December 16, 2010

From time to time there is a song that captures the breath from my chest and connects me to something greater about life. A coworker and friend shared this beautiful song, written by some dear friends of hers, March of Morn. It acts as a lingering prayer of light and truth, grounding me in the beauty of the season. With advent longings, my heart aches for joy, truth, and restoration. They take the classic haunts of Come Oh Come Emmanuel and infuse it with an energy and hope that is coveted this particular holiday season.

[please listen]: Sing O Come Emmanuel

Bright morning star, come and lend us your light/ O Come Emmanuel
Burning brightly within us, hold back the night/ O Come Emmanuel
Come on, come on, light of the world, sing oh come Emmanuel
Hope to us all, a son has been born/ O Come Emmanuel
Echoes the song in Bethlehem/ O Come Emmanuel
In chorus sing, Hallelujah
On iTunes, click here.

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1. Monsters of Folk 2. The Road by Cormick McCarthy 3. Oklahoma Winter weather 4.  Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut 5. Hot tea 6. Oil Paint 7.  http://smittenkitchen.com/ 8. Julia and Julia 9. Canary Paper 10. My new Empire Red Kitchen Aid mixer 11. Gourmet Today

move, skip, and dance.

October 5, 2009

On occasion, there is a song that sweeps me away and changes everything for a moment. Pick up Phoenix’s new album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, and get your dancing shoes, kids, this one’s for fall movement. The song that I cannot keep still during is track two, 1901. While walking to my car from class, I could not help myself from grinning and throwing up a fist pump.

Cold air, scarf, track two, dance. It’s all so fresh.

Stream the MP3: Phoenix: 1901