A Conversation about Korea

Our Universe 

Has 100 Billion+ Galaxies

and Our Galaxy is called

The Milky Way

*Can you name another Galaxy?

Our Galaxy

The Milky Way

has 200 Billions+ Stars

and our Star is called

The Sun

*Can you name another Star?

Our Star

The Sun

Rules a Solar System 

One of 500 Billion in our galaxy

Our Solar System     

Has 8 Planets

and our Planet

is called 

Earth

*Can you name another planet?

Our Planet

Earth

Has 7 Continents

and our Continent 

is called North America

*Can you name another Continent? 

This is a hard one 

Our Continent

North America

 Has 23 countries

 and our country is called 

The United States of America

* Can you name another country?

Our Country

The United States of America 

has 50+ states

 and our state is called

Rhode Island

*Can you name another state?

Our State

Rhode Island

has 39 cities and towns

and our City is called 

Providence

(It is the capital of Rhode Island!)

*Can you name another city or town?

Our City

Providence 

has 6o+ preschools

 and our preschool is called

Brown Fox Point

*Can you name another preschool?

Our Preschool

Brown Fox Point

Has four classrooms

And our classroom is called

The Redwoods

*Can you name another classroom?

Our Classroom

The Redwood class

has 20 children

And You Are One Of Them!

*Can you name another Redwood?

California Here I Come!

I MUST remember. I must NOT forget. I MUST wear that little red string in my finger. I must NOT forget. I MUST keep in mind the important things. I must NOT forget.
Oh God! I FORGOT!!

The Air Of December

Thursday afternoon you cast a shadow `round my room. The breeze moved the curtains and lifted my perfume into the air and danced with lazy curls in your hair. The sun was in the sky like pink champagne and it glistened in your eyes all day. I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of December. I swear I remember it that way. I swear I remember it. Where are you now? You stood by the lake. I wanted to take you for granted. The grass was thin and high. The water mirrored tiny sparkles to the sky. I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of december. I swear I remember it that way. I swear I remember it. Where are you now? In the by-myself mornings the birds windchime. The treelimbs crackle and the sunshine climbs up the sky like pink champagne that glistens in your eyes all day. I remember you put a chill across my face like the air of December. I swear I remeber it that way. I swear I remember it. Where are you know? 
Edie Brickell

The Gardenia

As I walked the hospital grounds in the stress and pain of child birth, I saw a Gardenia bush. I knew in the deepest depths of my soul that I will always and forever remember this day. I knew I needed a pleasant smell to accompany my memory. The Gardenia was in bloom in June just as I was blooming with you inside of me. The Gardenia, sweet and pure as I was sweet and pure at the tender age of 20. The Gardenia blossom sacrificed its life for me to hold as I sacrificed my life for you. The summer was hot and unrelenting as you demanded attention that day. The Gardenia, in return, demanded attention with its stalk white petals and pungent fragrance. I squeezed and mangled that blossom leaving the Gardenia tattered and wilted in my hands. When it was all over, there you were for me. Like a gift from the heavens. The smell of the Gardenia lingered in the room as I held you in my arms. I will always treasure the day you came into this world and into my life. 

Some say that if you give Gardenia as a gift it means Secret Love. And that's just what you are to me, My Secret Love! So gentle, so soft. Unseen to the rest of the world for there are many other beautiful flowers for them. Seen only by the ones who seek true beauty. The only ones who truly matter.

Young lavender

Young lavender
Growing in the belly of a fish
Reaching for the sky
Relentlessly searching for the light
Thive!

You move me beyond words

Like the seahorse moves through the weeds by the force of the water which moves the waves on and off this land.

The waves ...Moved by the Moon which circles around this Earth. This Earth.... on her own journey to make seasons change for you. Winters turn into Springs...and Springs into the Summers of your Birth... she goes her own way around. All of this by the force of her speed caused by the gravitational pull of our Sun.

Moved beyond all that can be expressed.

You move me beyond words.

One February Night