View from our balcony at 7:15 am.
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If we had wings, would we know how to fly?
Rules are written in stone or on signs,
depicted by symbols, suggested in elegant script.
Rules are followed, revered and questioned.
I have often chosen to break them,
although occassionally they come in handy.
Love the place you live: Pittsburgh, PA
Today’s post is inspired by Gabrielle Blair’s blog, Designmom (www.designmom.com). She is featuring a series called Love the Place you Live and has invited bloggers to contribute.
Pittsburgh is a vibrant, gorgeous city hugged tightly by the Allegheny and Monongahela rivers which join to form the mighty Ohio river. Because of this geographical position, Pittsburgh is the US city with the most bridges. There are over 90 distinct neighborhoods in and around the city limits which give it an artful, culturally diverse flavor. Pennsylvania is a beautiful state with lush greens and gentle mountains and this city is nestled within these Penn’s Woods like a shiny, bright emerald in the sun.
Reeds bowing gently in the wind—
you know exactly how to bend
so as not to break into pieces.
Remembering this moment: Soergel Orchards
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
Walking along the rail tracks,
reckless empowerment grips me—
if I really wanted to, I could jump a train.
I start to count the ties,
lose track, and head back home.
I want to be an open vessel for otherwise unthought thoughts;
a tranquil glass of tequila, ready to be injusted and enjoyed.
A single rain drop or snowflake or tear stain or puddle splash;
content to have had one moment in the sun.
I want to be the echo of swallow calls in a cave;
light refracted from window to wall;
diamonds reflected from stilled waters.
The Allegheny River and a cup of coffee at 7:30
When my kids were younger I wanted to instill grand ideas; how to be a kind person, how to have empathy, how to be honest, how to have good manners. They were so little and I was so adamant.
Now they are teenagers.
My ideas have changed. I remind them to wear coats, I remind them to eat. I remind them that mistakes happen, sometimes, big mistakes happen. What path is to be taken after making those mistakes? What wise choices make themselves available? Will they avail?
Be happy, not necessarily behaved. (but don’t get arrested)
Be strong, not necessarily compliant. (but don’t get expelled)
Be true to yourself, not to society’s expectations. (but don’t break your curfew)
This part of parenting, this evolution and expansion of thought makes me wince and smile and stare out windows with glassy half-closed eyes in the midnight solitude.
Before I had kids, I knew exactly what kind of mother I wanted to be. I knew the rules, I knew the consequences. As the years go by, I know less and less. Who’s rules do I follow? What really are the consequences?
How can I know less now than I knew then?
Make mistakes, take chances. (but be safe)
Take a risk, don’t always take the safe way out. (but be wise)
Strike out a new path. (but don’t forget where you came from)
Of course, it’s just a matter of what I thought I knew. Now I really know, that I don’t know anything.