Denise Day Spencer

June 23, 2008

Stumbling Upon a Private Conversation

Filed under: poetry — denisedayspencer @ 7:48 pm

I peer into the looking-glass
and for a fleeting moment
glimpse your mind’s-eye.

A dusty china teacup,
stained by the dregs.

Hold it to the window
and see how thin it is.
Note its delicacy,
worn from years of use.
Watch the sunbeam reflect
off the thin, silver rim
where you put your mouth.

Handle it gently,
but know this:
I am not yet broken.


June 17, 2008

When nature bites back

Filed under: Home Front — denisedayspencer @ 7:43 pm

Michael and I recently spent a week at cleftRock Retreat Center in Rockcastle County, Kentucky. It’s a lovely spot, and I highly recommend it. We had a very relaxing week resting, working on our laptops, reading, and enjoying the beauties of nature.

Ah, nature.

Our first day at cleftRock was like something from “The Secret Garden.” Squirrels chased one another in the trees. Lizards scuttled about in the flowerbed outside our door. The birds warbled happily overhead. As I sat outside the cabin praying, a graceful doe strolled through our back yard a mere five yards away. (Have you noticed that does on the printed page are always “graceful?”) At the lodge, I rescued a gorgeous male bluebird trapped in the fireplace, and he didn’t even struggle in my hand, but blinked his tiny bright eyes at me as if I were a trusted friend.

There ended the idyll. (more…)

June 12, 2008

Oh, the irony

Filed under: Random ramblings — denisedayspencer @ 8:33 pm

Not long ago a friend gave me a necklace with a small St. Anthony medal. St. Anthony is known for, among other things, helping people find lost objects. A couple of weeks later the chain broke.

You can finish the story.

June 10, 2008

No theme? No problem!

Filed under: Home Front — denisedayspencer @ 3:34 pm

Not too awfully long ago, I went to the first baby shower I’d attended in a while. The invitation promised that this one, mysteriously, would have a cowboy theme. Guests were encouraged to wear cowboy attire.

OK. I was game. I didn’t quite understand it, but it sounded like fun. So on the afternoon of the big event I donned my jeans, boots, bandana and a straw cowboy hat and took off. (more…)

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