#90 A rose by any other name...

 

                                                                         Anna Rose. digital photograph. Copyright Karen Anne Glick 2011.

The name of this rose is Anna.

The same as my paternal grandmother. Her full name was Anna Regina Runsvold. 

She was as lovely as this rose...actually, alive in my memory, she is more beautiful.

Was your grandmother beautiful, too?

-karen anne

#89 Keeping busy!

Wasn't it just March??? And now we're almost at the end of May...yikes!

I've been sad about how neglectful I've been with writing here, but, alas, such is life sometimes. Especially when one is planning a small, but elegant evening wedding for one's first born. Especially when it's less than three months away now!

It's a delight to have this project, though, so I'm not complaining at all.

Amazingly, both Megan and I want nothing to do with wedding websites or wedding magazines anymore - not even good ol' Martha Stewart's! Hard to believe, but true. You just get inundated by Everything Wedding and at some point you realize this is just More Information Than You Need. You've made your decisions and you just don't want to look at anything more. You just want to get to the big day and have it as you've imagined.

I'm sure time will cure this and at some point I'll find myself looking at MS Weddings and blissfully daydreaming about Emily's someday wedding should she decide to marry. I'll get all caught up in pouring over pictures of dresses and bouquets again.

But until then...

Anyway, invitations are just about finished and will be in the mail by the end of the week and then The Great Making of The Wedding Gown event will commence.

Such luscious silk...such an elegant design...such a beautiful, sweet bride...

I can't wait to get started!!!

-karen anne

#88 Imagine Peace.

I wonder if there will ever be a time when a majority recognizes that to kill - even someone who has committed unspeakable acts - will never, ever, not in a million years bring peace. It is just wrong. Even Bin Laden loved and was loved - as unimaginable as that may seem to some - and today, those who loved him feel the ache and despair that only the death of a loved one can bring. We need to own our responsibility in that - in causing them the same excruciating pain that the deaths of all those in 9-11 and since have caused us. We are soooo short-sighted, soooo ego centric...and we will stay in this cycle of violence until we realize- ALL OF US - that this is not the path to peace. I can't rejoice. Today I feel utter despair at our collective ignorance. Utter despair. When will we choose to live our lives knowing that, in reality, there is no Other? There's only Us -  and we're all connected.  To one another and to the fragile island home  we call Earth.

Imagine peace.

-karen anne