Archive for April, 2005

Stumped

Posted by Heather B on April 30th, 2005

There’s nothing like hacking at an old tree stump to celebrate spring, all things being new, a religious holiday off from work and school for the family, sunshine on our shoulders, and dirt under our fingernails. To be honest, all that overturned dirt did smell pretty good.
After working on clean-up back in that area for […]

Attack IV, 2003

Posted by Heather B on April 29th, 2005

It was a cold winter night, on an unfamiliar street. Driving in my minivan, I double-parked to rearrange a bunch of disheveled stuff in the van. We were on a long journey and had many of our belongings with us, including warm blankets, sleeping bags, and clothing. My two sons were with me, the younger […]

Attack V, 2002

Posted by Heather B on April 28th, 2005

I was in some cityscape. It was very early morning, predawn. I was with a group of people, trying to get home. The streets were unfamiliar and unsafe, especially in the dark. I felt responsible for the people I was with and yet unable to usher them to safety. There were others in the group […]

Worlds of wonder

Posted by Heather B on April 27th, 2005

King Braveheart is seen here surmising the chasm below. A giant yellow dip lay before him, unlike anything he’s faced before. He is not sure how he got here. The great big hand from above must have put him here against his will. Poor guy. He doesn’t even have his armor on. But at least […]

Kitlets

Posted by Heather B on April 27th, 2005

I think I figured out why this calico cat adopted us—and also why she’s been so cranky with our other cats.
She’s already pregnant.
I’ve been feeling pretty annoyed with her lately and getting tired of looking for her at night to see if she wants to come in. I feel like she’s treating us like a […]

Weeding out

Posted by Heather B on April 25th, 2005

Today I was out in my yard harvesting weeds and trash. It’s quite a therapeutic process. I dread it, and then once I’m engaged, it’s hard to break away to do anything else. There are aspects of compulsion involved… the sort of thing where I spot a weed and start pulling and then notice a […]

Pirate treasure, me hearties!

Posted by Heather B on April 24th, 2005

My son Vigil enjoyed a pirate treasure birthday party when he turned four. It was his dream to be a pirate. He has amazing fantasies about it that gain fuel from the Wiggles’ Captain Feathersword in combination with Fisher Price’s Imaginext pirate toys. We decked out the dining room table with the Imaginext pirate ship, […]

Attack IV, 1999

Posted by Heather B on April 23rd, 2005

River and I were caretakers of a large church with ornate beveled glass doors and windows. We happened to be in the center of a city with a lot of racial tension.
Night came. The church was quiet, beautifully lit from the inside, and as usual, open to the public. I was tuned in to some […]

Search for good cafés

Posted by Heather B on April 23rd, 2005

I’m always look for decent cafés that are within a less than 20 minute drive from my home. My ideal café would be around the corner. My city suffers from a dirth of good cafés. It’s part of regular conversations I have with friends and even total strangers.
Last night I had the pleasure of visiting […]

Attack III, 1998

Posted by Heather B on April 22nd, 2005

There was a forest, dark and green and inviting. It was light-filled, sprinkled with green and blue shadows and yellow dapples. It was the forest behind Fellowship House at Green Acre Bahá’í School, in Maine, the land sloping downward and away from the white building into thick deciduous trees. I visited the woods feeling light […]