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“Where I am From” June 11, 2014

Sorting through a file of miscellaneous notes and assorted paperwork this morning prepping for a newSitting group I am planning on accessing the creative inside of us – I came across this… Below is my first pass at my “Where I am From” poem, see – http://www.georgeellalyon.com/where.html. What a great project and a wonderful exercise – might just have to incorporate this in to my group.

I am from Binney Park, baccala and bicycles.
From Aunts Emma and Violet
From head scarves and rubber bands.

I am from delicatessens and mansions.
From soft hearts and strict rules
From bocce and “BINGO” on Independence Day.
From wet snow pants and 45 records.

I am from the “rattle” of the utensil drawer and
the “kerchunk”of the library card.
From stories of WWII and Sunday visits.

From neighborhood hide and seek and whistles for dinner.
From dress-up and tadpoles.
From innocence and cigarette smoke.

I am from knowing too much and not understanding.
I am from the outside, looking in.
From train rides to “THE city” and walks to the beach,
From Friday nights and Barbie dolls.

All wrapped tightly in a bunch,
In a ball, a basket.
Buried deep and bubbling to the surface
All that came before and all here now.

If you haven’t tried it – I suggest you do. Offers an interesting way of thinking about your childhood – where you came from and who you are.
Be well… Lisa
http://firebirdlifecoaching.com/

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Milestones and Memories August 12, 2012

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It’s a big day here – in fact it has been a pretty big summer – family transition-wise that is. I can’t help but think about it – as it feels all immersive. Changes for sure are a constant, day-to-day, moment-to-moment everything is in a constant state of flux – and though at times it can feel rather subtle and almost unnoticeable, that has not been the case on the home front these days. I feel like we are all, my little family and I, going through some major milestones lately – which has the net result of raising emotional levels on all scores and creating a lot of both reflective and anticipatory thinking.

My fifteen year old son has been away in New Hampshire for the last seven weeks, working as a camp counselor at a boys’ camp. He returns home this evening! And I have to tell ya – it’s a big deal. Never have either of my boys been away from home for more than a week ever before in their lives. Not only that, but at fifteen, this was his first job, aside from walking the neighbor’s dog and doing household chores. I went up to visit him last weekend and I couldn’t help but marvel at what a wonderful young man he has become, not that I hadn’t noticed him moving in this direction before, but, “Wow”. There before me was a 6′ 2″, handsome, composed, confident, bright and dryly, funny young man. The same child who went away several weeks earlier, but somehow more “complete”. Watching him transform from his role as the “younger brother” who followed his sibling’s every move as a little boy – into the presence that he is today has been a glorious experience for me. I can’t wait to give him a big, fat hug and am positively anticipating seeing what he will be like in the upcoming year.

And in the meantime, the plan is to go “back-to-school” shopping with his older brother today. (As soon as I finish this blog as a matter of fact.) But this isn’t any regular back-to-school trip – today we are going off to buy him the things he will need when he goes off to college in a couple of weeks! Notebooks, and pens will come later, today we are looking for a mini-refrigerator, a small microwave and the like. Holy cow – my baby is soon to be leaving home. On Friday, he and I spent the day together, visiting an art museum in the city and taking in lunch, it was lovely. And again – as I sat – looking at this beautiful young man – I couldn’t help but to have my heart swell with joy, excitement, wonder and some sadness. This is it – that launching that you anticipate for eighteen years – it is here – and I guess we are both ready. It surely wasn’t always easy – but what a gift and a privilege it has been. Though no one knows what will come  – you know that this shift is huge – and going forward interactions will always be a little different.

I am filled with nostalgic memories of my two boys, and with a heart-tugging bittersweetness as I look forward along side of them at their futures. Changes happen every day, but these ones feel particularly big. My babies, my boys, my young men – always cherished – always loved – they fill my heart with pride and joy. I will miss what was – and look forward to what will be.

 

Freezing temperatures, backaches and a little bit o’ magic January 3, 2010

Snow Day!!!

When we were kids, those two words meant a kind of excitement and glee that was usually reserved for holidays and amusement parks. It combined with a curious sense of victory, as if nature’s elements were “in cahoots  with” the wishes and will of kids to thwart the school system and its grown-up demands. For those of us who grew up in climates where winter meant; blizzards and ice – the memories of snow days are a part of our childhood.  As a mother of two school-aged sons I can say – that hasn’t changed. My younger son, (having learned this little bit of childhood magic from a friend), will also occasionally put a spoon in the freezer on the eve of a possible snow storm to appease the snow gods and to encourage them to bury us in the white fluffy stuff.

As an adult, unless you are a skier, and I am not, it seems many of us look out the window as the flakes pile up and can almost feel the beginnings of the backache which is sure to follow. The shoveling, snow blowing, salting, and the financial outlay for having your driveway plowed – definitely sets up a different set of expectations when the meteorologists start talking about an impending snow storm. It has been snowing here on and off since the 31st and though the accumulation is not significant – it is still enough to have to deal with in one way or another. I just came in from my ritual “sweeping off of the porch”, (as it is too soon to start any actual shoveling) and the snow still falling steadily.

It’s coming down a little more enthusiastically then earlier and the wind is whipping the flakes around so that each one stings as it hits your face. But, after I finished cleaning the porch, I went inside grabbed my coffee and came back out to sit and watch and admire. The still quiet that fills the air when it snows combined with the smooth softness of the drifts and the swirl of the flakes is always so wonderful. Yep, there is no getting around it – no matter how inconvenient and exhausting a snow storm can be – there is an undeniably magical beauty to it. Even when you are indoors looking out – there is a special feeling of warmth and calm to know that your day will be spent at home and maybe you’ll even get inspired to make a bread or a nice soup (if you are lucky enough to have the ingredients). Then again maybe you’ll get some chores done, or maybe you will relax with a book or movie or board-game, heck maybe you’ll even consider going outside and romping around in it a bit – but whatever you will do will be touched by the sense that it is not just any old day – it is a SNOW DAY! And it is magic….