Anne Notations

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The hand that whirls the water

Sometimes, this world is too beautiful to sustain brooding. The latter part of the week has been that way. Yesterday morning was postcard-bright, as the view from our front steps (above) will attest. (Click it!) All three of our children were on hand and fizzily entertaining, as was our spirited granddaughter, who made three trips down the road to the beach and could scarcely be pried out of the lapping water, with its fascinating stones and shells.

Thank you, God-Spirit, for ruffling the blue-green bay waters with your breezy hand on these fresh June days, for conceiving the force that through the green fuse drives the orange daylily flowers across the road. Thank you for hope.

Thank you, dear friends who have left kind comments on this sometimes-angsty blog.

Not least, thank you, Principal Kavanagh, for readmitting our humbled and repentant son to your high school. Not everyone gets second chances, so we are beyond grateful for this one.

...It was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.

Dylan Thomas


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