
For Bushboy’s Last Photo Challenge
Hi Carol Carlisle from Light words here. I ran out of data to post any new photos so I’m currently under construction here at A Place to Wonder.
Light Words


For Bushboy’s Last Photo Challenge
Hi Carol Carlisle from Light words here. I ran out of data to post any new photos so I’m currently under construction here at A Place to Wonder.

For Simply Red I’m using an old site so I can share more recent Red images for final days of Becky’s Challenge.

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From Carol Carlisle Light Words

The Installation
April 21, 2024 Rev. Marcus Liefert was Installed as the permanent minister of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Berkeley Many words were said I however focused on the images and people. These photos are in a slideshow format, click any one and then you can easily scroll through.
















The Ministers, search committee and more…




















There it is my mother’s recipe box.
Wooden stained old Here in California Now.
From Ponca City, Oklahoma. On a shelf at 615 S 13th. The little house with a blue roof I lid so much. No matter where I go that will be Home. Maybe inside that box was my deepest safest home. Food, comfort, play came out of it. Mostly pies and candy.
My mother was at a loss for how to to be a wife or mother I think. If she fallowed recipes. Maybe she could figure it out. I’m not sure she knew how to be human. not that she was an inhuman monster, she just had no roll models. She collected. Recipes Later rocks, gems and minerals. Friends. After she died I found an address book full of names from all over the country. And letters long missles.people I never heard of with problems deep and sorrowful. Collected alphabetized almost. She could never have enough. Something was missing that she tried to fill.
She had had me after a long wait wasn’t I enough? Instead of playing with me she would hang with the phone crooked into her shoulder and pencil in the other hand and write down recipes all the while smoking and drinking coffee. That’s too many hands. I played on the floor alone, and the recipes rarely got made. She would say “Hi Kid” to the gal on the other end of the line and off they would go yakking. That’s what stY at home moms in the ’50s did. No play groups. Proud isolating Wife’s didn’t have to work-kids we were adornments
When the recipe did come out it was almost like I had a Mom. Or we did something together. I had her to myself. No phone, no cigarettes, just us and pie dough or frosting. Christmas was the best we made cookies and fruit cake to take to the neighbors. Little bowls of colored frosting

Farewell be-jewled nights of mid winter, white stars, decorations and colored lights Now is mud time, wet foot stomping. teeth chattering cold time. The slog to spring is a long confusing time in California. The magnolias are in full bloom and the fruit trees will soon have flowers on them. I went in to the hospital to have our daughter at the end of January on a dark new moon night and she came home welcomed by plum tree blossoms up and down the street on the first of February. How quickly things change. Maybe that’s why I take so many photographs. I’m always trying to catch “that amazingly brilliant moment” when something happens. Just in case i miss it. This morning a possum ran across our deck I grab my smart phone and took a few photos. All I got was 3 images of its behind as it shuffled away. But the moment is saved to be marked and remembered. I have no photo of the plum blossoms that welcomed Jessie, except in my mind. I don’t need one perhaps, because bring home a child is a blindingly bright moment that needs no more documentation than the spark that lives in a mothers heart. Good light to hold on in the dark of winter or as on gets older…whenever that might be.

This morning I requested of the Universe the ability to read my own hand writing. Writing legibly has always been a problem but as I get older and my eyesight less sharp and my hands less skilled I thought it would be good to focus on my hand writing. I got out a set of pretty colored pens and went to work in my journal focusing on large clear letters. Half way through a page of the usual musings IT hit me: “I Need To Write For My Self!” The words I put down are for me first of all. Ever since I first held that fat blue pencil in Mrs. Maples class I had been writing for someone else. Whether it is for my teachers my friends, the WordPress community or the cable guyI need to be able to read and like what I write.
Wouldn’t it be revolutionary if children were taught to make lines and marks on paper that they like without a red pencil circling all the “mistakes?” Well that’s what I’m going to do for myself. If anyone reads this and wants to join me go “write” ahead.
A Friend asked me how to tag and I wrote this up After doing all that work I thought someone else might be wondering how to Tag. After all this is a place to Wonder
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