Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Home again, Home again, splishity-splash

After driving a round-trip of 800-plus miles, enduring a deluge complete with hydro-planing, a brief dust storm, wind gusts that brought Oz to mind, road construction that squeezed a billion trucks and my tiny Prius into one lane, and, last but not least, a trucker who tried to render C. and me into roadkill, I am back in my own kitchen stuffing myself with some fabulous bread that the man who loves me brought over last night. I am drinking my home-made latté and still savoring how far beyond wonderful it is to visit family, come home and sleep in my own bed, and then wake to a man who has already enjoyed his morning coffee before he crawls back under the covers scented with that morning elixir  I crave at first consciousness.
C. is fond of saying "I love my life!" when joys, big or small, rise up in her daily goings-on. And that's where I am this morning. In my kitchen, loving my life as I type at my breakfast bar next to a newspaper clipping from the L.A. Times. A few weeks ago Edna St. Vincent Millay's famous poem, "God's World," was printed there, and I cut it out and laid it next to the phone where I knew I would run across it now and again.

O world, I cannot hold
 thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide
  grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and
Thy woods, autumn 
  day, that ache
  and sag
And all but cry with 
  colour! That gaunt
To crush! To lift the 
  lean of that black
World, World, I cannot 
  get thee close 


Elizabeth said...

I always love Ms. Edith's rapturous voice.

I'm glad that you're home safe and sound, ready for Beer Monday on the 14th.

Steph(anie) said...


Birdie said...

I am glad you are home safe, sound and happy. That is good. It is all we really need. Well, that and coffee. ;-)

stephanie said...

One -

I am intrigued by this new MFA program. What is that all about?

Two -

Day of the Dead is way better than Halloween. Tucson has a big parade every year and people make banners and floats honoring their lost loved ones. Much more special than people out looking for chocolate.