Monday, November 11, 2013

::Paper Kites & Cobblestone::

This weekend we went to see The Paper Kites in Montreal. I took the time to careful choose a small hotel and food spots worth the money. It could not have been a more pleasant and tasty getaway for two melancholy souls.
To Stay: All we needed was a room. Not the pool or the room service-- or the extra cost that goes with them. This tiny hotel was just right. A cozy, beautiful room of our own and a door key. That's it. Perfect.

Food Spots: "O + g" or Olive et Gourmondo is a bakery that is always full. It opened at 8:00 a.m, we arrived about 30 minutes later and there was already a lineup. We ordered every pastry on the menu, plus breakfast... Brassero Hardi was another win. The quantities were startlingly large, but we didn't complain because the quality didn't suffer for it. And the owner was very attentive and chatty.
The Music: The venue was in the middle of nowhere, and nothing special. But the music made up for it. I had never heard of the opening band Reuben and the Dark, but I'm sold. And the Paper Kites did that lovely melodic thing they do. So pretty.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

::Giving her Back::

We were a family of 8 for a year and a half because we said yes to loving a little girl we knew we would have to give back. Last week, we gave her back. And it hurts. 

I miss the dark gloss of her hair. The tottering run. The shining arc of her eyes. And, of course, her smile. Not sure there ever was, or ever will be, a better smile.

He gives, He takes. And we are changed by the exchange.

Thursday, November 07, 2013

::Love & Unseen Things: A Poem to Dad on his 60th::

We are all knit together by love and unseen things
Things absorbed into pores, breathed into lungs, imprinted on hearts
Conceived by eternal mind we passed from idea to earth
Into arms of waiting ones;
Trembling guardians
Armed with nothing but love and unseen things

And we are knit together by love and unseen things Side-long, stolen glances
Eyes crinkling with anticipation
Bedtime tales infused with chameleon-voiced magic
Dull Monday night roar below guiding the way to open arms
Words of comfort guiding the way through fear
Willing co option into grueling tasks, seen through to the bitter end
Crafted words gifted to us all: Memorials of intentional love
Inclination to laugh first. Laugh loud. Laugh long

And we are knit together by love and unseen things
Back-slung gigglers hauled up to bed.
Jello trees and snuggles please
Humble pride in your little charges
The giving of gifts made personal and with care
Eliciting laughter, a common and welcome pastime
And we are knit together by love and unseen things
Curiosity in things that once were, in trenches and cannon fire
Navy star solidarity and late night games
Baggins’s and Borin before bed
The merit of sweat and toil instilled
Limitless “I love you’s”

And we are knit together by love and unseen things
Embracing a tiny red-headed latecomer with joy
Older, but no less willing to:
Toss pigskin, defining intricacies of punting & penalties
Again, bend over schoolboy project--devoted collaborator
Explain when to hold‘em and when to fold‘em
Bond shoulder to shoulder over food and film

We are four who passed by divine hand into your arms
Strawberry hair. Dimpled chins. Freckled noses
We can be seen. Hands held. Laughs heard
But our lives are spaces filled to the brim with love and unseen things
Like air under wing, without them we would fall
You, Dad, give us form and substance with the invisible,
Now absorbed into our pores, breathed in through our lungs and imprinted on our hearts