Under The Maple Tree

Under the Maple Tree

Her Soul Finds Autumn

Delight In Decay

Leaves As Wings Take Flight

 Trod Lightly on Fallen Wings

To Let Beauty Pass By

Loveliness In Old

Contentment Lies Beneath

What Hath Kissed the Sun Falls To Earth

Rest Upon Her Bed Of Gold

  She Closes Her Wings

Dancing In The Bronzed Light

text by Mix Hart
photos by Tabitha

A quick note to say my Monday ZumbAtomics class is back on. Promised 6 or more full time students.
I have an interview tomorrow at UBC--exam invigilation.
Tonight Alex Cuba Concert!

My babies are all well. Tabs made the top-level soccer team this year and she is chuffed. Mist and Tabs playing Piano for Ballet Kelowna's Christmas House Tours. On Friday they arrive at one of the splendid Kelowna homes (all decorated for Christmas) and play Christmas songs on the grand piano as guests tour. Pippi still learning the notes on the piano so she's not ready to play just yet. Often she falls asleep on the way to her piano lessons so I let Tabs have an hour long lesson and Pippi travels back home with me.

Still a day full of applications for me  (various teaching positions) :P. As soon as my applying phase quiets down, I will begin my publishing phase. Starting with my own mini-publishing house and getting all of my novels e-Book published. So excited to get back to the fiction side of life :)

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Girl Child

*the pic is Pip as Strawberry Shortcake.

I awoke at 3:45 am this morning to find my mind all ready busy writing poetry. And dang it, if it didn't insist on making me haul my tired body out of bed to write it all down. And wouldn't you know it, paper and pens are almost impossible to find in the dark. So here is what my mind wrote in the wee hours of this morning:

Girl Child

Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall

No time for food
No time for drink
No time to pee

Monsters to draw
Poisonous mushrooms to pick
Marching ants to bury
Dolls to swaddle, fold, stuff into small perams
Underwear to toss

Blackened face
Green knees
Purple tongue
Bare Bottom
Hair a nest of twigs, leaves, tangles

Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall into bed

Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall
Cry
Wake

No brush
Teeth like sugar-bugs
Hair wants nest

Hungry
Eat
Chew
More choci-milk
Abandon plate

Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall

Melissa Mix Hart 2010

Darling Poopsies

Hanging with these two feels like I am in a Hollywood comedy.

I took the little poopsies to story time at Chapters and then shopping at the Gap. It's easy enough with the Pip. I underestimated the power of two. The Gap became an obstacle course/race track. They refused to stay with me and hid all over. Thank G the staff found them amusing rather than obnoxious like I was finding the whole situation. I finally got the two of them to stay beside me and that is when the Hollywood Musical began. The twosome decided to serenade each and every customer with "Honey Honey, how you thrill me, uh-huh..." The entire Gap store was amazed and amused by these two wee princesses and their songs and wild dance moves. The staff and customers couldn't get enough. I just continued shopping--business as usual as they preformed. People kept shooting me amazed, bewildered looks like "these two are incredible--are they yours?"

It was quite the experience.

We stopped for hot chocolate at Starbucks were they continued to sing to each and every little boy playing at the "Thomas the Tank Engine" table.

This afternoon they tucked themselves in the playroom to play--and I heard cascading laughter ringing throughout the lower level as they played.

I woke up at 5 this am and drove in the dark to hot Ashtanga yoga. It was gruelling! They have many large infrared heating lamps hanging throughout the studio and heated floors. There was no way to escape the blistering, agonizing heat! Usually in Bikrams a good flat corpse pose on the floor will ease my nausea but alas, those blasted heated floors burned through my yoga mat and made me feel like a sizzling piece of bacon! On the upside, her ab workout was great.

Back at my workouts with a vengeance and I must say I feel filled with happiness. Working out is the best mood booster! Also the colour orange, it is the happiest colour.