what better reason to get everyone together to wear fake eyelashes, jewels, silky gowns and bow ties?!?! To sip baraktails and toast each other and cheer "yes, we can" as we dream of the future!
thank you kate, for taking such a beautiful photo of my fancy lashes.
two pretty stinking awesome bow ties.
lots to smile about!
who's that trying to get in on our pretty girl prom photo?
and a perfect napkin bow tie to go with his button. Thanks for hosting rory and erika!
being a fan of beautiful poetry, i had to post the inaugural poem by elizabeth alexander.
please read and savor.
praise song for the day.
each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching
each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is
noise. all about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of
our ancestors on our tongues. someone is stitching up a hem, darning a
hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of
repair.
someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
a woman and her son wait for the bus.
a farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."
we encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
we cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then
others who said, "i need to see what's on the other side; i know
there's something better down the road."
we need to find a place where we are safe; we walk into that which we cannot yet see.
say it plain, that many have died for this day. sing the names of the
dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the
bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the
glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.
praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. praise song for
every hand-lettered sign; the figuring it out at kitchen tables.
some live by "love thy neighbor as thy self."
others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.
what if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial,
national. love that casts a widening pool of light. love with no need
to preempt grievance.
in today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp — praise song for walking forward in that light.
–transcript of the inaugural poem recited by elizabeth alexander