Gettysburg Weekend 2013

I love the worm rail fences.  In the first photo, Gettysburg College is in the background.  My son is in his junior year majoring in Astrophysics.  My daughter is a senior in high school and will soon be college bound.  It is a glorious, albeit, bittersweet thing.  I treasure these days together.

This brings me joy

 Little surprises outside my door, breathtaking sunsets, creativity, puppy love, and most especially my children. 

A time to keep and a time to cast away

As we have not yet found a better place, a place to call home, we have decided to let life play out, see where the universe will guide and carry us.  I have had this urgency to cast away, a need to make haste but rudderless, no set course.  With the Christmas season upon us, we find ourselves in a time to keep, and with that I have found peace. 

Perhaps in the Spring...

To Everything There Is A Season

I am stymied, without voice, uncertain as to what I want to say or how to say it.  I have become too old, afraid of wrong choices, afraid of changing, afraid of  lost time, afraid of a truncated future.  Dreams are only for the young. That joy, passion, fearlessness has somehow spilled from my cupped hands.  It seeps into the earth.  I am inert.  I call myself deliberate, born of a practical bent. but the truth is fear has clasped my heart, whispered failings in my ear. I am mired.

So I acknowledge this and lift one foot and then another, eyes closed, breath held, on and on until I am further along, a choice made in this golden season, this barely autumn of a life, foreign to me, unrecognizable.  I must learn to love this creature I have become, realize there is time, future, dreams remaining.  It is this that keeps me still, a dropped leaf on calm waters, peaceful, but without movement.  And it is much more...

This 1917 home remains my mother's home beneath all my frippery.  It was her heart, her dream, her future and my sisters and I were fortuitous growing and becoming in such an idyllic home.  All those blessed moments of childhood, the good and the sometimes difficult, still resonates, still is remembered with such fondness that it is hard to say goodbye, to close and lock the door.  My children have lived in this home as well.  They have found comfort and love here and I am glad of that, but perhaps selfishly, I want it to be a home of my dreams, my heart, my future, my life.  It is time...and I believe to everything there is a season.  

I wish for my mother's home to become someone's dream, someone's future.  Will it be you?  

For Sale:  The 1917 Home

Details and pictures to follow.  

Birthday Blessing

Though it has been a somewhat trying few months, especially emotionally, I will forever find joy in my children. Today is my first born's 20th birthday, a blessing bestowed.  Gentle of soul, kind of heart,  slow to anger, but struck wire coursing with a keen mind, brilliant as a thousand universes, amazing to this mere mortal.  My son who will touch the world in a million wondrous ways, came into this world feet first ready to run and conquer, rapid spitfire of words, curiosity beyond measure and laughter, always laughter.  The world will continue to turn, the leaves will continue to change, the seasons will come and go, but you, my son, my joy, my heart, will be forever my blessing, my grace.

With all my love...

Redux

Fading Sight

Newborn eyes
Catching movement
Wonder renewed
Simply 
Watching life's shadows

Kimberly Baker Jacovich
April 27, 2012

The Face of Janus

Grandiose 

In a woebegone world

Dreaming in an

Insular house,

Or home, 

much more inviting-

Out

The window

A roof tile

Swings in the wind

A boy

Growls

Out his phlegm

Is he schizophrenic,

Daughter asks

I do not know

Move along-

Feral

Cats sit on 

Rusted air conditioners

Two stories up

A red house

With an eternal

Light

All night

A beacon 

The wife was thought

To be 

Buried

There

In the basement

A bottle

Tossed

In the recycle bin

A father

A drunkard

Smokes joints

Behind the

Garage

Shoots off

M-80s

Sings fire in the rain

In my

Home

The piano 

Plays

Fur Elise

My tea cup

My book

I close the blinds. . .

Kim Baker Jacovich