The Joy of WritingWhy does this written doe bound through these written woods?
For a drink of written water from a spring
whose surface will xerox her soft muzzle?
Why does she lift her head; does she hear something?
Perched on four slim legs borrowed from the truth,
she pricks up her ears beneath my fingertips.
Silence - this word also rustles across the page
and parts the boughs
that have sprouted from the word "woods."
Lying in wait, set to pounce on the blank page,
are letters up to no good,
clutches of clauses so subordinate
they'll never let her get away.
Each drop of ink contains a fair supply
of hunters, equipped with squinting eyes behind their sights,
prepared to swarm the sloping pen at any moment,
surround the doe, and slowly aim their guns.
They forget that what's here isn't life.
Other laws, black on white, obtain.
The twinkling of an eye will take as long as I say,
and will, if I wish, divide into tiny eternities,
full of bullets stopped in mid-flight.
Not a thing will ever happen unless I say so.
Without my blessing, not a leaf will fall,
not a blade of grass will bend beneath that little hoof's full stop.
Is there then a world
where I rule absolutely on fate?
A time I bind with chains of signs?
An existence become endless at my bidding?
The joy of writing.
The power of preserving.
Revenge of a mortal hand.
By Wislawa Szymborska
From "No End of Fun", 1967
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
" Look deep, deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better." Albert Einstein
Z2 tackled the kitchen downstairs and after organizing, scrubbing, and polishing she was ready for the white glove test!!
I found The Princess online at the computer probably searching for sites with cleaning tips for making the bathroom sparkle. The girls worked very hard on their project and I know my sister will love their gift to her. They also managed to find time to purchase flowers and a card for both their mother and grandmother.
We took a break from the surprise cleaning project to serve dinner to my mom and their grandmother. Grandma Mary loved her roses, cards and hummingbird feeder. I had such a great week-end with my nieces and mom. We shared lots of funny moments, some mochas and lattes, a bit of hard work, and a special Mother's Day dinner.
Today I moved in my sister's house to keep my nieces company this week-end while she is away. My niece 
Meet Peaches
and Sadie. All the cats aren't sure what is going on yet, but they are just relieved my two cat obsessed dogs aren't here. The Princess is hanging out with friends downstairs and we are still waiting for Z2 to arrive home from a track meet. The other nice part about being here this week-end is that I can spend time with my own mom on Mother's Day. Tomorrow after everyone sleeps in we have some special plans for our special mothers.
