Send Us A Postcard!

 

I work at a library in Vermont and this year’s Summer Reading Program theme is “One World, Many Stories“.

We are asking people everywhere to send us postcards for the kids to see! If you want to receive a postcard from us in return, just indicate it somewhere on your postcard.

 

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Discovering Our Country…

Two years ago, my adventurous husband decided he needed to take me out west. He wanted me to see more of our country and to share the beauty he had witnessed earlier in his life, on another road trip.

I was somewhat reluctant and at first, the 16 hour days in the car wore on me terribly. But part-way into our travels, my perspective began to shift…


We started in the very northeast of the USA and then made our way out to Colorado. Notable sites on the way were the Sears Tower, Mount Rushmore and the world's largest prairie dog. We went down, by way of New Mexico and then stopped in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

One of the most breathtaking parts of our drive was cruising along Florida's panhandle coast. We holed up for one night in the charming town of Apalachicola and hit the road again, bright and early the next morning.

On the way back home, we took a respite in Roanoke, Virginia and then New Bedford, Massachusetts, of Moby Dick fame.

I think everyone should take the time to see our amazing country!

If you would like to take a look at more photos from our trip, follow this link: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=96154&id=574486735&l=3b758690f3

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Ship of Dreams… By Toni Cross

Last image from the photo challenge by Charles Martin

 

Sitting on the pier  

What a beautiful day  

No traces of fear  

And nothing to say  

   

Looking up at the ship of dreams  

The waves lap like a kitten  

A lone seagull screams  

And somehow I’m smitten  

   

It’s destiny I suppose  

Creaky new boards  

These sails and ropes in rows  

The clanking of swords  

   

But to never see the shore…  

To lose sight of firm ground  

Just water- more and more  

Fierce waves that rise and pound  

   

Fog and dark of stormy night  

salty world of endless  tears  

aching surging windy might  

rain surf driven spears  

   

Desperation and adventure skim  

Beneath the surface of the water  

Like a siren on a whim  

Neptune’s fairest daughter  

   

Sitting on the pier  

For courage I pray  

No coward face to leer  

And nothing to say  

 

A Shirt’s Memoir by Toni Cross

 
 
I’m stuck up here, just flapping here- anchored to this line.
It’s sunny bright, with windy light- and I feel just fine.
My mood is right, at this desert sight- asymmetrical design.
A pretty plight, shaken, taut, tight- haunting wind wisp whine.

It’s sunny bright, with windy light- and I feel just fine.
A change in weather, sand blasted together- a wish for peace is mine
A pretty plight, shaken, taut, tight- haunting wind wisp whine.
Starched and bleached straight, long time to wait- tethered to this line
 
Drop a side down, hanging off now- flimsy grip abate
Pulling hands grab, falling free space-  lost my rope-mate
Slapped and  rolled, stuffed in a backpack-  sho’ is some date
Bump and a scuff, dumped out again- what’s with this fabric hate?

Pulling hands grab, tugging past flab- can you relate?
Long day goes on, sweat, rub, dirty grub- my stains match the tin plate
Bump and a scuff, dumped down again- what’s with this fabric hate?
Scrub and rinse, drench, splat repeat- start again with the wait


Pulling hands grab, falling free space- lost my rope-mate
My mood is right, at this desert sight- asymmetrical design.
Bump and a scuff, dumped out again- what’s with this fabric hate?
I’m stuck up here, just flapping here- anchored to this line.
 

Photo Challenge From Charles Martin

And the photo/poetry duel continues!
Check out Charles at: www.slpmartin.wordpress.com

Where Did the Last 22 Years Go?

Okay, so maybe watching Tuck Everlasting the night before my birthday wasn’t such a great idea. At least I admit it.

Yesterday, I was sitting in the car for over 6 hours. In that time, I found myself thinking entirely too much about my life.  Oh! Gravity by Switchfoot was playing on the car stereo system and the lyrics of Faust, Midas, and Myself  kept vibrating through me in a soulish kind of echo.

The way all my memories were playing out like the highlights of a TV show, I almost wondered if we were destined to hit a truck and never get home alive! (Y’know, the whole “your-life-flashes-before-your-eyes-and-then-you-die” scenerio?)

I found myself wondering what I have really done with the time I’ve been given.

And how many more moments I have to live.

Waking up this morning and realizing that all my happy milestone birthdays have already passed by was a strange feeling.

My next so-called milestone is another eight years away and I’ve been told that one REALLY drives home the gravity of mortality.

Also, I’m reading this book called The Dream Giver which is all about discovering your dream in life and pursuing it.

So, anyway- here’s a list of things I want to do in life, before another 22 years go by:

Travel more

(Israel again, Europe, Asia …)

Go to college in some form

(Other than theology classes)

Teach

Have/adopt lots of kids

Write/Finish/Publish several books