of wonders and marvels

she whispers

I said "whispers"!! that was shouting. . .

there. . . that's a lot better, isn't it

so, you've probably guessed that I spoil my children rotten I have my reasons; I have thought about it long and hard, as long and hard as one can think; in the see-sawing of life, I rebel against how I was treated as a minor; in the balancing act that is parenthood I know that I'm the only parent of their two that does this; part of me figures it will all even out in the wash. . .
.

. . .part of me shudders at the damage I might be doing (but I try not to think about that)

instead, from time to time, I think about lovely things - like my favourite books, of which this the Merchant of Marvels and the Peddler of Dreams, is one:

I'm sure I've shared some of it with you before, dear reader. . .

certain pages
remind me
of my poem
"stitching messages
to your heart"

(which was inspired
by a blog I used to read
way way back
in the eons of time past)

(and which was the reason
I took up bookbinding
way way back
in the eons of time past)

certain pages remind me of my childhood love of f a i r y t a l e s

certain pages
R E M I N D M E

OF NATURE,
of magpies, sea shells, crows and
hedgerows,

certain pages
remind me
of things I'm only just
discovering - for example
the birdseed shirt of
Oskar Schell

and then, sometimes, when I'm thinking of these things, marvels and wonders do actually happen, here, and now, in my own life!
.

one of my teens* tidies their room, spontaneously, of their own accord; opens the window for some fresh air and sunshine; takes a bin-bag up and brings it down later, full of accumulated junk and rubbish - then takes a second bag up because there's still more stuff that needs throwing out; hoovers even (and then even even replaces the hoover where it should be!); and - most amazingly and - listens to the CD of Holst's The Planets I gave as an inspiring musical gift a while back now, when I gently posit the suggestion that the heavy metal blaring out of an open window on a sunny day might not be what the neighbourhood populace desires as their background "music"...

(*any resemblance to Kevin, living or dead, is purely coincidental)