My daughters’ GranPam (aka my mom) arrived last night, to much fanfare.
She’s signed up to read in both girls’ classes today,
and tomorrow are the final soccer games of the season.
In the meantime, she and I are headed to the lake to walk.
It is beautiful here — my favorite time of year — crisp and blue.
I’ll leave you with this appropriate poem by Denise Levertov. I love this one…
Looking, Walking, Being
by Denise Levertov
I look and look.
Looking’s a way of being: one becomes,
sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.
Walking wherever looking takes one.
(Read the rest of the poem here…)
Poetry Friday
Elaine M. of Wild Rose Reader
Liz,
I really like that Levertov poem. I think we often look at things without really seeing them. I do a lot of my best thinking when I’m walking–I even write poems in my head.
Re: Poetry Friday
I know, me too.
It is so free-ing…
Language . . . is a way of breathing. Lovely reflection. Thanks for this :)!
I know. Isn’t that nice?
Have a wonderful visit with your mom. The kids are going to love having her at all their events. Very, very cool.
Yes!!
TadMack says:
What a lovely point of view. And what fun to have a GranPam! Have a great weekend!
Re: TadMack says:
We have. Thanks 🙂
This made me think of the time I got to walk a prayer labyrinth. It was astonishing how my thoughts wound and unwound as I walked.
Have a great visit with your Mom!
That’s so funny, Sara. I actually walked a labyrinth WITH my mom one time. I’d sort of forgotten about that…