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Hey there Savvy Readers,

Happy Day of the Dead!


Our Halloween costumes get another spin today for Day of the Dead after Friday night’s party.

In honor of Day of the Dead which this year is the Day of Daylight-Losing-Time, I’m going to ask you to help me out with some measurements.  I hit 100 followers, 200 likes, 60 posts, and almost 150 comments.  Not big time, but a little bit bigger-time.


One of my last assignments in my blogging class over at (which I highly recommend by the way! Here’s the link.) is to poll your readers about what they like/want to read more of.

If you would be so kind as to give me some feedback, that would be awesome!  I so appreciate your visiting, reading, liking, commenting on, and following my blog.  You mean a lot to me!

Tribute to Poet Galway Kinnell: “The Road from Here to There”

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It’s Halloween, and the spirits of poets are here with all the rest.

Alas, poet Galway Kinnell has died.  Born in 1927, Kinnell was winner of both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book award for poetry.  He was the Poet Laureate for the state of Vermont, and focused on themes of nature, social justice, and the subtle spiritual dimensions of life.  He was a man of the people who wanted to write poems that could be read and understood “without a graduate degree in literature.”

Recently I exchanged thoughts with a friend on Stanley Kunitz’ poem, “The Layers.”  We discussed how as we get older, there are so many memories and so many losses and so many people and thoughts that have gone by the wayside.  It can be sad and overwhelming at times.  Kunitz’ poem advises us to “live in the layers and not on the litter,” allowing us to appreciate our own histories in a respectful and heartfelt way.

My favorite poem of Kinnell’s also addresses this theme.  Traveling on a familiar road, we often think, “oh, here is where….”  As we get older, we think of so many things on our daily journeys, each tied to a certain space or place on the road.  So many memories.  Kinnell says “when the spaces along the road between here and there are all used up, that’s it.”

Maybe Kinnell’s spaces were all used up, his memory too full, it’s hard to say, what I can say though,  is that I’m glad he left record of his “spaces” for us.

The Road Between Here and There – Galway Kinnell

Here I heard the snorting of hogs trying to re-enter the under earth.
Here I came into the curve too fast, on ice, touched the brake 
	pedal and sailed into the pasture.
Here I stopped the car and snoozed while two small children 
	crawled all over me.
Here I reread Moby Dick, skipping big chunks, skimming others,
	in a single day, while Maud and Fergus fished.
Here I abandoned the car because of a clonk in the motor and
	hitchhiked (which in those days in Vermont meant walking
	the whole way with a limp) all the way to a garage where I
	passed the afternoon with ex-loggers who had stopped by to
	oil the joints of their artificial limbs and talk.
Here a barn burned down to the snow.  “Friction,” one of the ex-
	loggers said.“Friction?” “Yup, the mortgage, rubbin’ against
	the insurance policy.”
Here I went eighty but was in no danger of arrest for I was blessed-
	speeding, trying to get home to see my children before they
Here I brought home in the back seat two piglets who rummaged
	around inside the burlap sack like pregnancy itself.
Here I heard again on the car radio a Handel concerto transcribed
	for harp and lute, which Ines played to me the first time,
	making me want to drive after it and hear it forever.
Here I sat on a boulder by the winter-steaming river and put my
	head in my hands and considered time—which is next to
	nothing, merely what vanishes, and yet can make one’s
	elbows nearly pierce one’s thighs.
Here I forgot how to sing in the old way and listened to the frogs at
Here the local fortune teller took my hand and said, “what is still
	possible is inspired work, faithfulness to a few, and a last 
        love which, being last, will be like looking up and seeing 
        the parachute turning into a shower of gold.”
Here is the chimney standing up by itself and falling down, which
	tells you you approach the end of the road between here and
Here I arrive there.
Here I must turn around and go back and on the way back look
	carefully to left and to right.
For when the spaces along the road between here and there are all
	used up, that’s it.

-Galway Kinnell
From his book Three Books:  Body Rags, Mortal Acts,Mortal
Words, The Past.  
First Mariner Books Edition, 2002

Craft Project Photo Updates

Hi and thanks for stopping by!  We’ve been doing this and that over here at the easyhome. I’m trying to figure out how to make these photos more splashy, so they don’t look like, “here’s the ashtray I made at camp.”  Maybe they just look like ashtrays from camp, and you know, that’s okay with me because this is projecteasier and we’re having fun and taking the easy route!

Update on the Denim Rag Rug:  I decided to go rectangular.  I’m about three pair of jeans (legs only) into it.  It’s 43″ long and now I’m thinking, “Why did I make it so long?!” Anyway, it’s coming along and I am so excited by how soft and cushy it is.  I had been looking at these expensive floor mats that keep your feet from hurting, but I think this upcycled ‘beauty’ will do the trick!  That is, if I ever finish it!


FH has colored the space-age sugar skull masks for our Halloween costumes and they look cool, don’t they?  He’s so creative and fun!  We actually have a party to go to on Friday night and I’m washing my black and white Mexican embroidery blouse now!  I kind of wanted a little black veil and flower to go on her head, but not sure that will get taken care of.  Let me know what you think!


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