Monday, April 09, 2012

Images of Easter

The egg makers

Julia did faces on hers and gave the eggs names like Stripey, Splotch, and
Wonder Woman.
This is Wonder Woman, in case you were curious about her...

I tried a decoupage method this year using origami paper.For some reason I'm always really into pale purple in the spring.


Mmmmm, malted milk eggs are deeelish and serve as great lipstick-makers.
The day was PURE sunshine. What a delight to be outside. The girls were busy creating blankets for rocks out of baloons.

Look at my beautiful flowering quince!
It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves—
then I saw him clutching the limb


in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still


and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness—
and that’s when it happened,


when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree—
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,


and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward


like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing—
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed


not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky— all, all of them


were singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn’t last


for more than a few moments.
It’s one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,


is that, once you’ve been there,
you’re there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?


Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then— open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.



–Mary Oliver