Oct 21 2007
Dear President Bush,
I’m wondering now why it is I need to fear terrorist attacks on people within the Unites States. Tonight, as my friends mourn the loss of their son, it seems you’re doing a fine job killing off my sister’s generation all on your own.
Diann Bellamak
Jun 19 2007
June seems to want to take the Busiest Month of the Year award. Life on the East coast gets hotter and wetter, so this week I’m trading the sauna in for a convection oven and flying out to California to spend time with friends and family. I used to love flying, but these days it seems like a never-ending chore or the kiss of Death. I haven’t decided which it is, but needless to say, what used to be fun has now become a stressful event.
Don’t let anyone tell you working with polymer clay is easy. It isn’t. Especially white. White clay picks up every freaking particle of dust within a two mile radius. Maybe even five miles. But, working with clay is fun. Yes, fun. Loads of fun, and I are now officially doing business — at least as a bead maker. Yay me! At the moment, I’m doing mostly grunt work, but I’m making beads for Cancer awareness, so I certainly can’t complain. I get paid. One small step towards fulfilling a goal.
A bit of news on the wedding front: we’ve found a lovely site for the ceremony and reception. I need to collect a few mailing addresses from folks in preparation for sending invitations. I’m trying desperately to be frugal and eco-friendly. I’m not exactly sure how either will work out, but I’m really interested in renting potted green things (no, not the smokable kind!) instead of just ordering a bunch of flowers that will wilt within days.
Right now, my office is sweltering. I’d love to stay and chat longer, but I think I’m melting. Will check in again once I’m home. I have some great ideas for beads and I want to continue my forays into paper making/recycling. Until next week, cheers!
Apr 25 2007
I’m in one of those spaces inside myself where I begin to wonder if everyone is oblivious, or if perhaps I’m invisible. It’s quiet in here, and although the world roars with life around me, I observe it as though removed from it, and I wonder, is this the true essence of loneliness?
Apr 18 2007
(In the aftermath of the attack on Virginia Tech students, Monday, April 16, 2007)
The scent of wax permeates the air,
hangs briefly over the drill field at dusk,
before the wind whisks it away.
We should be here to enjoy
the cherry blossoms, as we were last spring.
This candle scent stings, but it’s warm,
almost comforting, as one flame lights another.
Tonight, personal space dwindles to nothing;
our bodies cleave together without jostling.
There is solace in a neighbor, whether a friend
or a stranger, standing beside us.
We sway as we sing. Only a mouthful
of bitter words catch wing; it’s not a night for rage.
Tonight, we keen, pay homage to our fallen,
keep our candles burning to guide their way.
It is through their ascension we find
our hope returns and our grief abates.
I pocket my candle stub. It is a comfort
on my long walk home.