Into memory

on the pier out in the sun
waiting for regulation fluke
summer's bay breeze whispers,
don't forget the clam strips!


As A. has begun his new position with IEEE, we continue to discuss our future as we work on requesting an extension to our immigration application for our waiting child.  To flee from the  East Coast or not?  For some reason, we are drawn to Seattle.  With A. working close to home, the mindshift without the commute into the city is incredible.  Definitely not as stressful.  And Jersey certainly does have its gems -- like the Keyport Fishery.  As with most weekends, we enjoyed hanging leisurely on the pier, where A. is known to fishermen locals as "The Fluke Guy."  While most are trying to figure out how to catch fluke, A. is throwing them back in because they're not regulation size!


A. doesn't express much his longing for our waiting child (though he assures me that it doesn't mean he's not excited! just cautiously more reserved than I) while I am constantly banking in mind memories to be made with our child at our Jersey gems.  The pier, the fishery, paths to be hiked, ocean waves to be jumped, bbqs to be grilled with our closest friends and family . . .


Summer's here.


We celebrated our dearest friend E.'s birthday this past Sunday and are most thankful for her loving presence in our lives!  To our deepening friendship & laughterful memories.  Also, heartful blessings to the R. family -- Tito F., one of my Dad's buddies, died three years ago on Memorial Day weekend (and Dad the following Labor Day weekend).

Scent of green

the garden suppleness of freshly cut grass

inspires a willow to weep no more

and flourish in the thick of sea moss  

i secretly savor a springtime apple

Under Spring's trestle

Lambertville (NJ) is our mid-point meeting place with an old college friend of mine, C., who lives in Philadelphia.  C., A., & I enjoyed a sunny, spring picnic along the Delaware River this past weekend.  We feasted on fresh bread, feta, garden tomatoes, crisp carrots and celery, homemade hummus, plump strawberries, sweet-tart apples, and baklava. Basking in the sun, we neglected to break out the bottle of wine!  I've mentioned before how fond I am of the Stars Hollow lookalike of a town.  Something about the quaintness of the locale speaks to my spirit and is a source of replenishment for my soul. 

After a year of unemployment, A. starts his new position tomorrow.  Thank you, Spirit!  We are ever so thankful that we survived this past year (especially on my modest salary as one who works in the nonprofit industry).  Things do work out the way they're supposed to . . . and that's the mantra A. & I have continued to recite -- through his medical episodes, through my dad's death, and through our journey to our child.  (I may need more disciplined practice in the mantra to work through some family dysfunction.)

Spring is nature's way of urging us, "Experience rebirth!"  It is also life's bridge to renewal and hope for all that may not seem right in the world or in our families.  My wish for you, dearest reader -- May you always connect to the Source and to what is true.  May the river's rush hush your worries.  Happy spring.