A spot of poetry

I've been reluctant to create a new post, mostly because I've loved pulling up the blog and seeing David's cozy picture of our den (sigh) at the top of the page. I love his photography. You can see some more of in tucked in the archives of this site. If you go there, you might also want to read his latest blog entry. It's very touching. Okay, plug is over. --But the race is on: the Christmastime flavor poll has heated up, with pumpkin spice and eggnog neck and neck. Poor tabasco.

Let's have a little poetry. Before I inflict my latest scribbles on you, though, I'd like to pay tribute to one of my favorite wordsmiths. ...A giant of a man immortalized in the classic movie, "The Princess Bride." Yes, I'm talking about Fezzik, the great rhymer. Let's listen in...

Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?

Genius. I'd hate to go up against Fezzik in a Rhyme-Off. Do any of you have the gift for rhyme? Anyway, that movie always brings a grin to my face, and I'd thought you'd like a smile, too.

Okay, (big, sudden transition)...here's some other stuff I wrote tonight:

Eyes search, looking into inky blankness
Peering for Something
--sensing nothing.
Only consuming chill and cavernous echoes provide company.

Yet in time the day comes and gently washes away the opaqueness,
Revealing it all - much closer than life - it startles,
Filling the horizon and sky
reclining regally on a throne of ancient rock,
yet also
seeming to
Lean in over all below--watching, and
Watching over.
It displays the sifting of snow like powdery hair that was
Always pale with wisdom, soft hairs without number.

Gossamer crown of cloud in place, it
Whispers
(to those who take notice)
that it will be unmoved from this throne,
Even as darkness returns for a moment.

Oh, Christmas Tree

Is your Christmas season already hectic and hurried? In the midst of it of all, I hope there's a place in your home or your memories that is restful and comforting. Here's mine: this is a picture that David took in our house last Christmas. I love our little Christmas tree forest and our fireplace. The sight of the trees and the sound of the crackling fire never fail to relax me.

I wish I had some impressively deep insights for you in this post. Instead, I offer simply a prayer that you can carve out a time and place to rest in the warmth of Christmas and its true meaning.

Yee haw!

My inner Texan has been unleashed! I've been enjoying a "girls weekend" in Texas with three very good friends and the kind husband of one who tolerates all of us invading their house. I'm so thankful to God for these weekends with them, although I do miss my sweet husband very much.

...But even though I love my New Mexico home, it does this Texas girl's heart good to see the Lone Star flag flying lots of places. My only disappointment has been the absence of the famous Cinnamon Roll cappuccino at the Chevron in Colorado City. (sigh--What happened, Chevron? It was just there a year ago!)

So life is pretty good when you get to have new adventures with wonderful friends and your biggest worry at the moment is where to get a tasty caffeine fix. These are times to treasure.