Two best friends translating views on the World around us. Introducing Nashville through the eyes of non- Tourists. Hoping to enlighten other's view of "Disabled" of the Community.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
We're Back!
We took a break last year, and are only just returning. My oldest son died in a car accident Dec. 28, 2008. I needed some time to grieve. My other sons have faired well through this year as well.
Ben 17, is just beginning to notice the female persuasion. We've begun to notice he is taking more showers, shaving and wearing cologne. Recently, he took a girl from school to the zoo. It was thrilling to see him act so much the Gentleman.
Joann has been very busy this year. She has been dressing in period garb and reinacting her hand crafts. Most recently she was at Grassmere Zoo working her "Nall Binding" on the back porch of the turn of the century house there. Then she was off to the Ellington Agriculture Center wearing her bloomers and freezing in the Fall weather during "Music and Molasses" Festival. When she is home, she has been crafting her designs.
The following photos are a work in progress. She is working on baskets these days. Because she is blind she requests a color scheme. I choose the colors and she works away. She says "It will tell me what it wants to be".
The art of Nall-Binding is an Ancient form of weaving first begun by the Vikings. Material is ripped in threads and then a wooden needle is used to "weave" the thread.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Loss of My First Born.
I still feel your last hug
our last "I love you" said.
Folded clothes are put away
in a box beneath my bed.
I cannot bear to erase
your number from my cell
Memorized your laugh
replaying your last email.
I don't want the photos to fade
nor tear
I want to run my hands
in your beard and hair
To say Goodbye
everyday till we meet again
feels so lonely
like you've died again.
It's by Grace
His Peace that holds me near
There is a lake
made from my every tear.
So much I want to say
show you how much I care
But I rock alone
alone in my rocking chair
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