It's Not Halloween....

This morning at a local coffee shop a little kid may be three greeted me with a big "Hello!" He said, "It isn't Halloween because it's too cold." I mentioned this to his pop, he smiled and said" He wants candy."  Sweet family. Thank you for the experience.

Feel like I am living on a Greek Island..with the water lapping at the cliffs...feeling blessed and tickled.

Thomas and a Butter Moment

My roommate's cat Thomas was rumored to be skittish of strangers before I moved in. Within a couple of days of me sleeping here, he was sniffing me and jumping on my bed. When I come home I have come to enjoy him greeting me at the door. Cats can to that to. Right now he is curled up at the foot of my bed sleeping. I'm glad he feels at ease with me. I love you Thomas the Cat.

A Butter Moment at a Coffee shop in Old Town

My.. I feel blessed to be a fly on the wall today. A small group of women have gotten together to support each other. They are dealing with serious health concerns for themselves or a loved one. They are listening to each other and saying what works and what doesn't work. They are telling each other that they are proud of each other for doing this or that. How often does this happen. What friends!!

There is alot of love at the table a couple tables away from me. These women aren't feeling sorry for themselves. They are taking care of themselves and each other. Amen.

Carry the Fire

We can never go home
We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load
I'll carry you in my arms
The kiss of the snow
The cresent moon above us
Our blood is cold and we're alone
But I'm alone with you

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

If I say shut your eyes
If I say look away
Bury your face in my shoulder
Think of a birthday
The things you put in your heads
They will stay here forever
Our blood is cold and we're alone
But I'm alone with you

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light up our way forever

If I say shut your eyes
If I say shut your eyes
Bury me in surprise
Where I say shut your eyes

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it light together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

Editors

A Butter Moment in 2010

I know it has been awhile. I guess I've had a hard time seeing butter moments lately. But isn't that the point, that even in the toughest storm we can still see the light. I can think of a couple:

A friend who went through a major health event a few weeks ago is up and walking miles. Yeah!

Another butter moment happened yesterday. I got to interview my folks. My mom and my stepdad. It was fun and moving for us at the same time. I was reminded why I interview folks. It comes from the heart.

A Wintry Adventure

A Walk Down to Pratt Beach

The snow is falling and I am drawn outside. Into the wind and the white soft flakes. The wind is not cold and the snow feels me with a peace I’ve known since I was a child in Hyde Park living across from Farmer’s Field. Walking through the trees this day I am reminded of a wintry night when I was eight. It was midnight maybe later. I just knew it was way past my bedtime. My twin, Laura and I had been asleep, when our favorite baby sitter Mary Jo and her big sister Ann Marie woke us up and took us out to the park for an adventure. I didn’t know what was going to happen as I put on my warm boots and scarf. My heart was pounding with excitement. We lived across the street from Farmer’s Field a big open park with lots of wide open spaces to run around. That night the air was cold to the cheek, but I felt warm inside. Laura and I found ourselves in a line with other kids and teenagers. At the count of something, we ran screaming and laughing across the field. It was so thrilling to me. I felt alive. I felt glad to be apart of it. Not too little anymore to have adventures in the middle of the night. We skated across the frozen basketball and four square court and had a massive snowball fight before we returned safely home. That night stays with me. The feeling of being welcomed by these fun older teens, doing something bold and exciting on a wintry night, being a child but wanting to be older.

Mom welcomed us back with hot coco and questions of “What did you do. girls?” Laura and I just looked at each other and smiled and said “it was fun”. We wanted it to be our secret. We were older now some how and didn’t have to tell our mom everything.

The next year we moved away from Farmer’s Field. Life changed. But that feeling of adventures in the snow draws me out on days like this. Walking to Pratt Beach, I was thankful to the snow, my sister Laura, Mary Jo, my mom and a moment when I was eight that changed me.