Sunday, July 31, 2011

raindrop magic

July Small Stones
raindrop magic by Teri H Hoover





Last nights raindrops
evaporated
into pink blossoms 
that rested on the wall 

beneath the crepe myrtle tree.





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Saturday, July 30, 2011

thinking

July Small Stones
thinking by Teri H Hoover


The two mile circle held me in shadowed heat and cicada song.
I am captive in my very own thoughts-
my dog pants hard beside me.
 

Friday, July 29, 2011

music

July Small Stones
music by Teri H Hoover


Released on the rising strands-
detaching into blessing.
 

 

Thursday, July 28, 2011

overflowing

July Small Stones
overflowing by Teri H Hoover

Overstuffed like trash can in the kitchen,
I need to be emptied.


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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

catching light

July Small Stones
catching light by Teri H Hoover


Cupping her hands carefully around the evening air.
She peeks, and stifles a squeak.

Her first firefly. 



Tuesday, July 26, 2011

missing a chance

July Small Stones
missing a chance by Teri H Hoover


"They weren't a very good team." she said.
I gave her a dull minutes worth of platitudes-
I wasn't a very good aunt.



 

Monday, July 25, 2011

the blue dress

July Small Stones
the blue dress by Teri H Hoover


Thinking about the blue dress
covering up un-silent losses.
Smoothly wrapped secure 
by bright glittering seamless love.
Deflecting any insights.

Now two days later, unbound and free...
The return of feeling tingles my heart.
The lightness created in chosen actions.
Glad for the tears drying on my cheeks.








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Sunday, July 24, 2011

still I remember

July Small Stones
still I remember by Teri H Hoover

New Haven, CT- July 24, 2011


A clothesline of church steeples holding up heaven...
While trees dance with God.

When darkness hides them all 
I still remember 
and gratefulness lights every last corner...

with a million perfect sunsets. 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

July Small Stones
The wedding of Sara and Peter by Teri H Hoover

The Wedding of Sara and Peter 

My note to family and friends-

07-26-2011

To each and everyone one of you- thank you for all your thoughts, love and blessings. 
 
The short version:

The wedding of Sara and Peter was filled love, laughter and exquisite evening light.

All of My Days by Alexi Murdoch- The song Sara and her dad came down the aisle to-please click the link to listen- you won't be sorry.
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The long version:

It was 5:45 PM and most all of the key pieces had magically found their places. (Just under a year of planning might have had a bit to do with that.) The second floor dressing room was lined with windows overlooking the Long Island Sound. The wedding dress was taking it all in from its lofty vantage point -still on its hanger and covering up over half an armoire. The sun was a bit less oppressive than it had been at noon and a very slight breeze created ripples of diamonds on the water. 
 
From the dressing room vantage point we could see the helpful crew of friends working to secure a place for each of the four little lanterns. Spying us they gave cheery waves. The 20% chance of rain at 6 PM brought minimal clouds cover. And the breeze puffs over the the Long Island Sound, tugging at hair tendrils and and ribbons of tulle; did little to cool things down. White chairs fanned out on the green grass in front of a white gazebo tucked into a hedge of blue hydrangea. Beyond the waiting chairs, gazebo, and helpful friends the water was almost white now as the sun hovered two hours from sunset.

 
It was about 6:20 when things become a series on vignettes in my head- I have no idea if the wedding started on time. I remember being flooded with light as we stood on the deck waiting to descend to the gazebo on the lawn. My my mind flickered to fretting briefly that the heat would be too much for Sara's grandparents; who stood at the front of the procession. Cie appearing from no where holding my arm. Sara's voice from behind me talking to the flower-girl, Alexis. Blue deck umbrellas blocking the view of the water and the guests. My sparkly shoes peaking out from under the hem of my blue dress- surrounded by brilliant white floor boards. The small walky-talky used by the one of the many staff who guided us forward with precision. The cool hand that touched mine as it was angled into proper placement. The safe presence of my sons suited arm. And then we stood at the top of the stairs, I remember that first step down, I do not remember music, just the upward gaze of many faces. Then we were on the lawn pausing, feeling calm, continuing down the aisle lined with blue hydrangea. Alexis single minded and focused was down the aisle and seated before you could blink. And then Sara and her father stood radiant at the top of the stairs. And then everything left me but the but the sound of a strumming guitar – and all was filled with a song, which pulled the heart open and gave one room to feel a blessing in every breath.
All of My Days by Alexi Murdoch- (please click the link to listen- you won't be sorry)
 `


 


.
Much love -
Teri

Friday, July 22, 2011

the right time

July Small Stones
the right time by Teri H Hoover



I have been thinking about your  wedding
in a twirling,whirling sort of way.
So today before tomorrow comes
I raise up a blessing and thankful heart
for all that God has done  
and the home you both have made for love.







 

Thursday, July 21, 2011

hidden

July Small Stones
hidden  by Teri H Hoover


Hearts hidden not lost~
encircled by the love that distance does not destroy

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

memory keeper

July Small Stones
memory keeper for Sara by Teri H Hoover

Pages fall into memory
sometimes finding their way into labeled boxes.



`

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

anyway

July Small Stones
anyway  by Teri H Hoover


Living life.
I am not 
always
allowing my heart 
to know what I am doing.
But usually my heart knows anyway.


`

Monday, July 18, 2011

hot

July Small Stones
hot  by Teri H Hoover



The High HOT sun 
fills my  belly button with sweat.


`

Sunday, July 17, 2011

on the horizon

July Small Stones
on the horizon by Teri H Hoover


Your feet in the sand,
a book in your hand.
A few more waves upon this shore
and pages in your book. 

I watch the horizon.

This time next week 
vows and rings 
white dresses and things
All within the pages that wash up on your shore.   

`

Friday, July 15, 2011

life's a circus

July Small Stones
life's a circus  by Teri H Hoover
`

Balanced on the high wire in heels,
she deftly walks the sidewalk on Main St...
~phone just to her ear, gracefully flicking a mascara brush to her lashes~ 
A modern day circus

`

Thursday, July 14, 2011

hearing a stone

July Small Stones
hearing a stone by Teri H Hoover
`

With one foot in front of the other I inch my way through an ocean of air.
My hair agreeably flies behind like fat tentacles enjoying the ride.
Say... ocean of air, what are you saying?

Slight... delicious... insistent.

whispers.
Urging me again to listen.

The current of distress pulsing through my veins dissipates momentarily.
An ebb and flow continues but I succumb to the undercurrent for the rest of my two mile circle... and the rest of the day.

`

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

untying

July Small Stones
untying  by Teri H Hoover


On my walk today I tried to understand how we allow life sapping thoughts to overtake and make us virtually blind.


A breeze of undone perfection 
untangling (gently with whispers)
some weedy musings.


A small spasm of reluctance
glistening with a wash of defeat
evaporates into the green leaves above my head.



latent

July Small Stones
latent by Teri H Hoover


Unwittingly a latent lesson
fell like the  yellow willow leaf,
and though leaves continue to fall 
and clutter my garden
I know you are dancing...
a dream.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

uninspired

July Small Stones
uninspired   by Teri H Hoover


This morning the laughing water sings without effect.   


`

Monday, July 11, 2011

my gift

July Small Stones
my gift  by Teri H Hoover


Because God was sweet enough to share him with me,
there is a wild and wonderful boy in this world.
his birthday -a gift that enfolds my heart like a hug.

`

Sunday, July 10, 2011

surrendering

July Small Stones
surrendering by Teri H Hoover

the cool tile
just there
where
my hairline meets my forehead.
the I of me
surrenders

`

Saturday, July 09, 2011

tension

July Small Stones
tension by Teri H Hoover


`
The arched bow of her brow-
arrows at the ready.
I was glad when lunch was over.


`

Friday, July 08, 2011

laughter

July Small Stones
laughter by Teri H Hoover

The water fall releases laughter 
                                               as
                                                    it
                                                      tumbles.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

Muted

July Small Stones
muted  by Teri H Hoover 


Scribbling wedding details scrappily on a scrap of paper
There is no bed to hold me, nor pen that writes.
There is no dog against my leg, nor pillow supporting my arm.
Even the crow and blue jay screamfest is nothing.

`

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

summer thunder

July Small Stones
summer thunder by Teri H Hoover  `

The thunder I thought I heard
rumbled 'round the corner
perfectly balanced.
Lightening two wheels. 

`

Monday, July 04, 2011

independence

July Small Stones
independence by Teri H Hoover


Brightly the little firefly
shares the dusky sky with the more demanding explosions of color.

Each end
as a  snapping cinder from a bonfire;
mirthfully  claiming the sky as they rise- 
and suddenly-gently surrendering to the air that enfolds them.
They float into their flicker and disappear.
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re write


Brightly the little firefly
shares the dusky sky with the demanding explosions of color.

Each rising like a cinder from a bonfire;
mirthfully  claiming the sky as they rise- 
and suddenly-gently surrendering to the air that enfolds them.
They float into their flicker and disappear.

Sunday, July 03, 2011

an old white quilt

July Small Stones
An Old White Quilt by Teri H Hoover

 `

In the little yellow bottle 
a mysterious substance.
With great hopes I drench an illusive hand print
camping out the old white quilt.




This stone comes to words only because I for the life of me I cannot recall my intended stone. And probably because the hand print has eluded two prior attempts to be removed - and things like that rather bring out the vanquisher in me. 

`

Saturday, July 02, 2011

Not Easy

July Small Stones
Not Easy by Teri H Hoover`


to hear the shower water as it slaps the hard tile floor.
to feel the slippery soap as it falls from my hair.
to see the last of the diamond drops that fall from the shower head.


when I am  thinking of where I need to be in an hour-

`

Friday, July 01, 2011

a beginning

July Small Stones   

July 1, 2011

a beginning by Teri H Hoover
Prompt from Lynne Rees on her blog  An Open Field


After an evening walk the willow tree bows in greeting-
Lost in its branches the first cicada surrenders its plaintive song
I hear the ending
of things I have never even known.

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