Saturday, February 7, 2009
Masterpiece
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Praise Song for the Day
Ever since yesterday, I cannot get "love with no need to preempt grievance" out of my head. In case you missed Elizabeth Alexander, read on...
Praise song for the day.
Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."
We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."
We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.
Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."
Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.
What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.
2009 Inaugural Ceremonies
I don't know why, but I was psyched about the fact that 395 was closed, which meant the tunnel was open to pedestrian traffic. It is definitely not a pretty walk... but I'm a sucker for those "When are we ever going to be able to this again?" moments. Jeremy was a trooper and agreed to satisfy my curiosity. I felt like we were having a Will Ferrell in Elf moment, but instead of the Lincoln Tunnel, ours was the 395 tunnel.
Out of the tunnel... woohoo!
Noah and I snuggling among the masses...
Apparently karma smiles upon two people with little ones hoisted up on their backs. We managed to land a spot near the Museum of the American Indian (surprisingly, not too far from where our friends Matt and Colleen had tickets). We had a great few of the Capitol and the podium during Obama's speech.
Walking home... sooo many people!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Cootie
National Day of Service on MLK Day
Monday, January 12, 2009
Building Museum






