Meredith Kendall's Blog, page 71
April 16, 2013
kids
Children are our hope and future.
I say this despite the lingering (2 weeks!) cold I caught from kids.Yeah, 2 days after taking students to a day care I came down with a cold. As did 3/4 of the students. Enough already, my intention is health. Go away, rhinovirus.
I say this because our nation is in mourning again. Boston, you know.
During dark days we look to children for laughter, inspiration, joy, and hope.
Today I played with a 3-year-old boy. Initially shy, my supply of office toys won him over. He especially liked the Spider Man disc shooter. The spiky ball with multi-colored flashing interior lights was also a hit. "Do it again!" he kept saying. So we did.
Do it again. Do love, laughter, and play again. And again. Hope for the future.
I say this despite the lingering (2 weeks!) cold I caught from kids.Yeah, 2 days after taking students to a day care I came down with a cold. As did 3/4 of the students. Enough already, my intention is health. Go away, rhinovirus.
I say this because our nation is in mourning again. Boston, you know.
During dark days we look to children for laughter, inspiration, joy, and hope.
Today I played with a 3-year-old boy. Initially shy, my supply of office toys won him over. He especially liked the Spider Man disc shooter. The spiky ball with multi-colored flashing interior lights was also a hit. "Do it again!" he kept saying. So we did.
Do it again. Do love, laughter, and play again. And again. Hope for the future.
April 15, 2013
Acadia
To do: ride bike at Acadia National Park.
Boston bomb
Wish I could go to Boston. I'd share Reiki with anyone who wished it.
psychic reading
Wonderful reading today with my favorite psychic and friend, Denise. Thanks, Denise!
So much information, validation, and connection with my dear ancestors.
There is so much hope for our future and so much support from our loved ones who have passed.
So much information, validation, and connection with my dear ancestors.
There is so much hope for our future and so much support from our loved ones who have passed.
Boston marathon bombing
Sending love and light to those who welcome Reiki energy. Sending love and light to runners everywhere. Let's be healthy. Welcome love. Walk in the light. Light a candle in the darkness.
Sometimes things don't make sense. Some people feed on fear.
Love is more powerful than fear. So love.
Sometimes things don't make sense. Some people feed on fear.
Love is more powerful than fear. So love.
Maine hermit
Welcome back and best wishes for your best health.
April 14, 2013
Raku
Found Raku in the beach rocks today.
sun, surf, and sleet
Sunday sun, surf, and sleet. The sun sent out a ray after hiding for a dreary week. I headed for the coast.
Found a park I like, on a point in the bay. Low tide. I walked on the sandy beach, looked long at the mud flats, and decided to let my shoes get muddy. Old shoes.
The mud was covered with yellow seaweed. Random holes, like Mexican cenotes, dropped down exposing layers of mud and clay, rims adorned with bumpy yellow tendrils of seaweed. Flat bottoms displayed driftwood and broken shells.
More shells in cracks of rocks, where seagulls fed.
The rocks were multi-colored: gray, yellow, orange, and pink with stripy lines of milky quartz.
I walked on the seaweed, mud, and rocks. The sun was obscured by blobby clouds and it was windy. I was glad for my wool socks, scarf, sweatshirt, and puffy nylon vest.
It started to rain, so I headed back to the car. Suddenly I was in a sleety squall, pelted by icy shards and doused with cold drops.
Now I'm warming up in a coffee shop. The sun is out again. Couples in pretty weekend clothes are bustling by with big bags, trying to get to every store in this shopping mecca of coastal Maine.
Sunday's sunny adventure.
Found a park I like, on a point in the bay. Low tide. I walked on the sandy beach, looked long at the mud flats, and decided to let my shoes get muddy. Old shoes.
The mud was covered with yellow seaweed. Random holes, like Mexican cenotes, dropped down exposing layers of mud and clay, rims adorned with bumpy yellow tendrils of seaweed. Flat bottoms displayed driftwood and broken shells.
More shells in cracks of rocks, where seagulls fed.
The rocks were multi-colored: gray, yellow, orange, and pink with stripy lines of milky quartz.
I walked on the seaweed, mud, and rocks. The sun was obscured by blobby clouds and it was windy. I was glad for my wool socks, scarf, sweatshirt, and puffy nylon vest.
It started to rain, so I headed back to the car. Suddenly I was in a sleety squall, pelted by icy shards and doused with cold drops.
Now I'm warming up in a coffee shop. The sun is out again. Couples in pretty weekend clothes are bustling by with big bags, trying to get to every store in this shopping mecca of coastal Maine.
Sunday's sunny adventure.
April 13, 2013
cardinal in the snow
Opened the blinds and saw a cardinal, a pair of them: the male bright red against a dreary maze of dormant lilac branches, gray branches lined with fresh snow.
April 12, 2013
Maine hermit
The North Pond Hermit. Lived alone in the Maine woods for 27 years. Stole food, sleeping bags, tents, clothing, magazines, and electronic devices from nearby camps.
No heat. 27 Maine winters without heat. Just shelter: tent and sleeping bags.
What was that like? Did he keep a journal? What made him walk away and never go back?
No heat. 27 Maine winters without heat. Just shelter: tent and sleeping bags.
What was that like? Did he keep a journal? What made him walk away and never go back?
