Tag Archives: babies
Briefly through
Timmy Wind blows briefly through his parents’ helpless arms less a child than an element that could not bear the heavy head the veiled light the damp and dimpled fingers the constraint of flesh where once was space the intolerable capture of his formless beauty Timmy Wind blows briefly through the life he did […]
Forgiveness by onesie
If you are a long-time follower of this blog (thanks, Mom), you know that my quasi-retirement involves a part-time job at an upscale outdoor store, at which I work in the clothing and footwear departments. During a recent shift, I was tidying up children’s wear and came upon this impossibly cute item, the Columbia Tiny […]
All these kids
My resident robins had been expecting for some time, and when I saw Dad depart their nest beneath the garage eaves yesterday with what appeared to be poo in his beak, I figured the bundles of joy had arrived. I had confirmation today when I saw Mom perched atop a fencepost, an earthworm wriggling in her beak. She seemed […]
The lives we take
You won’t want to see this. I didn’t. First, the nearby mother rabbit, who scattered as I approached on my morning trail run. And then, between us, sprawled in the middle of the path, her baby. It hadn’t been dead long: Beneath the shuttered lids, her eyes — it was a female — had not […]
Forgiveness by onesie
If you are a long-time follower of this blog (thanks, Mom), you know that my quasi-retirement involves a part-time job at an upscale outdoor store, at which I work in the clothing and footwear departments. During a recent shift, I was tidying up children’s wear and came upon this impossibly cute item, the Columbia Tiny […]
All these kids
My resident robins had been expecting for some time, and when I saw Dad depart their nest beneath the garage eaves yesterday with what appeared to be poo in his beak, I figured the bundles of joy had arrived. I had confirmation today when I saw Mom perched atop a fencepost, an earthworm wriggling in her beak. She seemed […]
The magic in the mundane
Three things make me stop what I’m doing at work for an appreciation time-out: dramatic skies, dogs and babies who have not yet developed egos. There’s a lot of the first in the Rockies, and a fair amount of the second and third at the store where I work. We take seriously our mission to educate […]
Meditatio Ephemera 