Monthly Archives: July 2007
I would like to announce the birth of my first grandchild, Liam Thomas Connors born to my daughter Ceiri Thomas and Ross Connors at Marquette General Hospital on Tuesday July 24, 2007 at 9:36 a.m. He came into the world at 9lbs 14.2 ounces and 21 inches long. Ceiri/Mommie was in labor since 12:30 a.m. Sunday and gave birth without induction or pain med, totally natural. She only swore once while the shoulders passed. Ross/Daddy was a wonderful support and very nurturing. If you are interested in seeing pictures drop me a reply and I will get some digital scans soon. I held Liam and the miracle of life was a powerful centering force. All exhaustion swept away. “Becoming Grandma” is so very different than becoming mother and I promise to write more on this subject later. Be well, –Kim
The prophet Mohammad is reported to have said “If I had but two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.” (source Wikipedia)
Being seen like this by you …
I cannot imagine myself the independent
artist who wears easy flowing clothes and
struts with an air about her down
the 100 block of Washington Street.
I cannot feel like the eccentric grandmother,
graying hair, a copy of Yoga Journal,
drinking coffee and writing
poems at Dead River.
Healer, certainly not,
for today I lie broken in your arms.
Crippled. Trying to get over this part of me.
Any other day I would be lakeside
meditating, a dance of martial arts
on rock near water, searching
for damselflies and waterfalls,
paying attention to my breathe.
Today I lie torn, like
the garden after a hail storm.
A lupine beaten before seed pods formed
wondering if life can carry on
Awash with tears I cannot begin
to explain what it is I need or
why I am
I can only wrap my legs around your hips
attempt to feel rooted, think of
third year growth rings on a small cherry tree
out back, robins stealing fruit,
the starlings nest of chicks gone after the storm
and the awful truth humans
do not mate for life.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” – Pablo Picasso
This photo was taken by Mike when we hiked the five waterfalls at Black River Gorge. As I walked toward Mike he was leaning on the railing of the suspension bridge at Black River Harbor. We had gone off in different directions to snap photos and I had just found him. I sauntered up, smiling and totally unaware of the camera he was holding at his hip hidden from my view. I hate being caught on film. I look too-large for someone as active as I am. Plus I had hiked many sweaty miles all day long. But the picture captures the spirit of adventure and I don’t mind it much.