tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65931124293654468172024-02-20T18:50:48.692-08:00Jessamin Snail Takes a WalkJESSAMIN SNAIL TAKES A WALKJessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-25694054594035134892013-08-21T22:59:00.002-07:002013-08-21T22:59:42.911-07:00New yearWell.. now this blog has been napping a few years but I have not. I notice I have NOT bought an electric cargo bike. But I have gained a teaching license and a new hobby. I am in love with capoeira and one day will post a video.
Deep thoughts- move be active do what you love. Life can drift by in a dream. When you start interacting with the world that changes.
Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-72016365516616857222011-08-12T18:25:00.000-07:002011-08-12T18:25:38.603-07:00how does your garden grow
hooray, they are so beautiful. flowers flowers!Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-79858436904009340602011-08-02T17:19:00.000-07:002011-08-02T17:43:52.725-07:00random.I met again a woman who annoyed me at the pool the other day. She persisted in being too friendly, we initially interacted because our kids were swimming together. This woman kept on coming over, by dint of persistent questioning she learned our names and what we did that afternoon. she annoyed me because she kept on complaining about her daughter's father in front of her daughter and just was Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-17029804233948123682011-05-20T20:44:00.000-07:002011-05-20T20:58:50.395-07:00Marie's story At the beginning of the party June and me were running, running. I was running first. Then June. So I ran toward the wicked witch, because I couldn't see her because she was invisible. Then after I met her June came running. And we ran from her but she changed us into goons anyway.
But we used our magic to change ourselves back to princesses and back to ourselves. There was less Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-34851359696584725692011-05-20T19:41:00.000-07:002011-05-20T21:27:12.259-07:00plant in rain kiss in the sundashing about today was such a fantastic mixed up day. We bought jasmine vines and pink flower to satisfy Marie's lust for that color and for flowers.
Our relationship with pink has been rocky (for me). As a new mom I dreamed of when this squirrely baby would be old enough to wear overalls and frog shirts. I imaged a blond haired girl in grass stained overalls peering between the fronds Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-23316041911813968672011-04-25T20:01:00.000-07:002011-04-25T21:57:51.925-07:00ride yr way homeI decided to go grocery shopping by bike at dusk and it was so much fun. It is a wonderful bike very slow and heavy. You just kind of sit comfortably back and it feels like the world is moving along with you. Kind of a boating feel most of the time..
And since its been winter just riding a bike on the sidewalk again took a little bit of mental activity, planning yr bumps and Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-26428893779567184002011-04-18T20:44:00.000-07:002011-04-18T20:58:46.226-07:00things the children are thinking aboutsorry no photos. our camara has gone to the great camara recycling bin in the sky...
JUNE: (sitting in the back seat after 5 minutes of silence) " what if.. what if something... as tiny as my fingernail- just floated into the sky ?" ( me and Marie : " huh ? like what ?" Junie : " what if it was... icecream! REal icecream, and you could EAT it and Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-18420900373572649662011-03-05T19:21:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:21:06.481-08:00Best of the weekBest discovery- My mom friends ( who are not my deepest soul friends) did not socially drop me because I wrote fiction about sex and athiests. ( worst discovery: I am a little too paranoid. My reality is not congruent with how I present to some people.... to be worked on).
Best weather- Today it was warm! The ice patch we did not tend to on the sidewalk could be Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-62267129692138177612011-02-27T21:02:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:35:40.606-08:00Writing and stress- a true story.I had to do work today. A lot of work. Written work online involving a lot of precise requirements that neccesitated shuffling back and forth between pages online containing info and models of the work to be done and my creation. I was doing it. Inch by tedious inch. I started going NUTSY ! It was building up. I would do a segment go outside, stretch and breath feel all of me longingly Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-54133279730023783752011-02-27T18:05:00.000-08:002011-03-03T17:48:57.570-08:00we had a good time (fiction )"well", she asked me blandly on the first date while I was eyeing her leg non- blandly in the way you do when the conversation has stopped because the food has arrived but you have eaten enough not to still be falling on your food in hunger. " so what was your childhood like ?" 'We had a good time", I said.
I remembered the day they unpacked my sister from the suitcase. "shhhh"Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-59102676862114199262011-02-27T17:25:00.001-08:002011-02-27T17:25:44.114-08:00lip poemthe edge of wrist
these lips have kissed
dialogue of sleeve and vein
that is the skin between.Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-3629191627661970042011-02-27T17:24:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:43:34.258-08:00in a muddleunable to concentrate. unable to finish. do not feel like am on the right course, this muddle breaks through all things that make me up, like high tide's even advance over the whole beach.
outside of me,
if my thoughts could be tangible and all of what is me
my entire past and present soul- all the intangible parts
could be visible.
so me represented by everything not face, body, Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-85392471405940733202011-02-23T14:45:00.000-08:002011-02-23T14:50:59.435-08:00Snail trailPlaces I went this week....
TOday! up and at em.
to the car!
Today... slipsloppy snow is mush underfoot. Kinda nice.
To the Minneapolis Institute of the arts:
driving is like a video game- pothole* swerve left. Big chunk of snow blows off pick up passing you. * loose vision for a second. Can't turn left because street hasn't been cleared. thick pile of snow * drive forward 2 Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-87864281232629058282011-01-16T22:59:00.000-08:002011-01-16T22:59:52.874-08:00The Bears and their housiesThe mother bear when she was older than 20,000 days, yes that old, realized her children were goblins. She noticed when they came back to her house for a visit. The large grown children stomped upstairs and crashed the boxes around- until she realized " they are goblins! These are not bears, they are goblins". But they were good goblins. Good to their small goblin child and good to Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-23118507599139822972010-12-28T16:24:00.000-08:002010-12-28T16:42:40.331-08:00Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-46678468856239495312010-12-19T16:30:00.001-08:002010-12-19T16:42:49.006-08:00Sick
You know you are sick when the bed is an ocean. When you hear the house downstairs-Kids high voices, Aaron's lower and then you just fall back asleep and wake up two hours later and you still haven't said good morning to the kids.
Me and the bed have been close buddies for 2 days. I lay in bed so much I got sore lying in bed. Yesterday I was freezing cold under all the blankets. Today I Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-65999409950524348182010-12-10T21:21:00.000-08:002010-12-25T11:35:42.075-08:00Diving into the depths of your soulSome of my passwords are the name of my childhood white donkey that died last year.
Threads of your soul wind around you. Ocean metaphors are apt, depths can release unexpected items that may retain qualities of treasure or be nearly destroyed by the forces of time.
Your soul talks to you. It is hard to listen, and if you do- you realize how often you want to do things that you don't do. Once Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-17218613509536858282010-12-04T11:46:00.000-08:002010-12-04T21:16:55.275-08:00Yam is cheeseThe love: A shout out. To my 5 or so readers add yr comments to this one!!! I seek more of your own personal food substitutions that made you go " ah... equal. or "better' or " ah, new and just right". I wish I could get 50 replies to this post!
The explanation: Since I became vegetarian again and am allergic to milk I like to substitute non-dairy Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-6911725254994323842010-11-28T19:36:00.000-08:002010-11-28T19:41:09.897-08:00A changing MarieToday we had a playdate and 3 girls came over. We have a bouncy teeter totter that goes around and around as well as up and down. There was a lot of teetor totter action. 5 kids five years old and under in one living room is noisy. Marie stayed there most of the whole time playing, I did notice she took some breaks going out to the porch and started painting. But, when sheJessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-22838378142190963432010-11-10T23:22:00.000-08:002010-11-10T23:27:02.960-08:00thanks to a friend who posted this on her blogI think I have read this poem before. I admire the friend who posted it who is going through great personal pain and journeying. I, who am not, was inspired also by this poem. The truth of it. the childish wisdom and old wisdom of it. and it made me thing of my mom as well. As in she would like this poem. (so to my dear darling main reader ;) Let's read, shall we?)
THE WAY IT Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-62498578993677276702010-11-08T20:16:00.000-08:002010-11-08T20:19:34.725-08:00Thankfullnessmore on the same topic. I think this will be the thread that ties up this year for me. I think it needs to be a daily practice and integral part of my life. I have been a whiner way too long. You know internally... and in funny ways just to gripe and vent. But I want to just not even feel frustration. I want to have a whole different head guiding me. Working harder, Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-57436504492075754012010-11-07T18:31:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:22:24.838-08:00children of the table
Of the many toys we have ...The big cardboard blocks and their table won. Marie built a precarious throne behind the table. I let her ascend her throne. ( the table was dragged over for foot support). June wanted to be as high as her sister and by herself created a second throne. Once ensconced a willing mom brought them toys. An afternoon of gobbling plastic food and Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-26477344526754490622010-10-31T15:16:00.000-07:002010-10-31T15:38:03.985-07:00Halloweeeeeeen !!!!!! These two will not trick you, nor will they eat all the treats they come to your door just excited to see you. And they know you are so excited too because they are a***princess!!!!!***** and a ****cat***. How silly !
With fancy fingernail polish! and a tail...!
Happy Halloween! My new favorite holiday. Sayonara New years you've been displaced.
CostumeJessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-85497309027307737242010-10-24T17:22:00.000-07:002010-10-25T15:53:03.031-07:00thankfulIf I were of an orthodox religion and living by an old testament I would spend much of my time being thankful. I would be thankful every day about food, water, friends, abilities I possess. Recently I heard an interview with A.J Jacobs, author of The year of living biblically , about his life experiences while writing the book. The book is written tongue in cheek. Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593112429365446817.post-62615322838749511142010-10-23T18:19:00.000-07:002010-10-23T18:38:46.443-07:00parental yoga * "real yoga"
watching child twist-
As one child races ahead on the sidewalk and the other lingers to pick berries.....Turn to look at lingering child while leaving feet facing forward. Feel the twist gently along the spine and in the oblique muscles. Walk a few steps forward as first child continues her joyful run, turn the other way and pause feeling the twist as you Jessaminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02898429307548818162noreply@blogger.com0