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Light

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968

It is in our nature to be attracted to light. As a gardener and a photographer, I am always checking to see where the light is. My spirit feels brighter in sunshine.

It is getting cooler in the evening, fall is tip toeing in slyly with sunny days that start later and end earlier. Rocking us gently as we prepare for winter, it is a very different light at dusk. The September moon, a full harvest moon is up earlier.

I am inspired daily by two of the “lights of my life”: grandaughters. One has been in Europe this summer and I am enjoying my daughter’s blog and loved these to pictures from her post-Cemeteries. I love the lighting and the procession of light to their great grandmothers grave.

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I not only love the lighting in these pictures but the subject. What do we do when the rain falls on our sunshine?

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“Don’t you know yet? It is your light that lights the world.”
Rumi

 

The Best Presents (Presence)

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I was a Mother’s Day baby, born late in my mom’s life. I always shared my birthday with my mother and miss her terribly at Mother’s Day. As you grow older birthdays lose their meaning. Another year and gifts really don’t matter that much at all.

Three of my grandchildren were born very close to my birthday and Mother’s Day.  Happiness now is sharing my day with them. My most cherished gifts are not the diamond rings or other frivolous things of my youth but the homemade with love presence from the grandchildren.

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This year was even more special when the card I received as a thank you for a gift I had given was  handwritten by my granddaughter, with her signature in cursive no less.

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The package included assorted artwork, including this piece with a poignant message. I take it to heart.

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Brave For My Granddaughters and Merida

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I sign the usual petitions polar bears, wolves, pipelines, environmental things mostly and I am also passionate around women’s rights. My  very public participation this year in V-Day and Vagina Monologues was  outside my comfort zone.

I signed the petition last week put out by A Mighty Girl, to keep the Disney character Merida, from the movie Brave unprincesfied. To keep her from becoming a sexualized, made up, hair glossed, lips rouged, dress tightened, breasts more defined looking princess: more in line with all the other Disney princesses who have lost their innocence and some their

A Mighty Girl is a blog I read regularly. It has great information on books, characters, toys, music and clothing for young girls. It is in-line with what I value for my granddaughters.

My two-year old granddaughter Stella loves Merida and the movie Brave. My seven-year old granddaughter likes it as well but she is not easily influenced by television, movies etc. She doesn’t watch TV at home and all movies are family time with lots of discussion.

Stella’s second birthday last week had a “Brave” theme and Merida came to the party. There was fishing, archery, a bear, a castle and the boys had as much fun as the girls, after all it was a party for a two-year old. Her dad even dressed in a kilt!

I identified with Brave when I watched it. I loved her spunk as well as her faults. There were great teachable moments in the movie. It reminded me so much of the girl I once was. Tree climbing, bike riding, red hair flying in the wind tom boy. Fifty years later and thirty years of working in the prestige cosmetic industry I know a thing or two about marketing to women and selling you something that you don’t really need but that you hope will make you happy or change your life.

Girls  (and boys) need good strong role models and parents as the primary educator are responsible for what their children learn. As a grandmother, and with  my disposable income I know I can vote with my feet and refuse to buy those consumables that don’t empower my grandchildren to be smart, confident and courageous.

I think we might have won a battle, but maybe not the war.http://www.amightygirl.com/blog/?p=3443

If my granddaughter can always be this joyful, my work will be done!

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“Remember that a man’s …

“Remember that a man’s grandma’s name is to him her the sweetest and most important sound in the English any language.”
Dale Carnegie

I have been called many things in my life. I was named Melodie because my oldest sister wanted to name her first baby girl Melodie. I was born very late in my parents life and I am sure my mom was so surprised that she hadn’t the foggiest idea what to name me. My oldest sister had a baby boy the next year. I have always loved my name because it was different and even spelled in an unusual way. My nieces and nephews as well as a younger sister that quickly piled up after me could not say Melodie and I was called Nonie for a long time.

People like to shorten names and even though I sign my name Melodie and introduce myself as Melodie certain people call me Mel. It’s annoying but I have learned to live with it.

When my first grandchild was born I thought that maybe I would like her to call me Nonie. I didn’t see myself as grandma. My daughter married an Italian and his parents would be called Nona and Nono. My daughter thought that might be confusing so she proposed Mimi. I loved it! It suited my sensibility and tickled my funny bone. Perfect for the grandmother I hoped to be.

It was easy for Giorgia (Gigi) to say. So Gigi and Mimi became inseparable. After Giorgia came her brother Gianluca and then my son’s daughter Stella. Mimi’s world expanded exponentially.

When Giorgia now almost 6 and no longer Gigi says Mimi, I know it will be an exciting conversation; full of all the things she is learning. It will be about her art, her dance, her music or  the joy of kindergarten. It will be Mimi…did you know….? I will be enthralled.

Gianluca not quite 2 thinks I live in my iPhone. This is where we communicate the most. He loves to just pick up his mom’s phone and say “haaallo MIMI! I lub you! I am thrilled to get his messages and just imagine his mischievous face.

Bless today’s technology.

Stella 10 1/2 months said Mimi to me for the first time today. My heart melted. My daughter in law taught it to her this week. Best present ever. (note to daughter in-laws)

No matter what others call me, knowing that my name is spoken in love by those I cherish the most is all that matters. May I live up to Mimi!