Thursday, October 29, 2009

A very special gift from a very special person

If ever I’m asked to describe one of the most wonderful presents I’ve ever been given, I think I know what it will be:  this hand crafted lap desk my brother Ed made for me as a special gift.




It’s something he’s been working on for a long time and although he claims it’s full of mistakes, as far as I’m concerned it’s absolutely perfect. It’s beautifully made and fits perfectly on my lap creating a smooth surface for writing. There’s a deep well along the top that is ideal for books and letters.  Inside there’s room for paper, pens, envelopes, and odds and ends. The inside of the hinged lid has a magnetized surface and three little magnets so that’s where my to-do lists  will go along with notes about other things I don’t want to forget.




I know this little lap desk is going to get lots and lots of use because I love to write and now I’ll be able to take my desk with me wherever I go because it snaps shut and has a handy carrying handle.  But most of the time it’s going to be waiting on a little bench next to my favorite chair in my favorite room of our house – the spare bedroom we’ve turned into a library.




There’s another reason why I think this is one of the most wonderful presents I’ve ever been given.  It’s because Ed made it for me and that makes it priceless.  My little brother Ed has had more than his share of heartache and misfortune in his life.  He was a premature baby, born years before it was discovered that leaving tiny babies in oxygen-filled incubators could have harmful effects on their development.  It seriously affected Ed’s vision making it necessary for him to attend a special boarding school for the visually impaired, located far from home. He has always occupied a special place in my heart ever since he was a little boy and used to tell me “you is my honey and my sweetheart.”



I have a feeling the lap desk Ed made for me is destined to be one of my most cherished possessions.  It's because it will always remind me of Ed....and why he is so very special to me.



Saturday, October 24, 2009

Zen poems...

Across the valley
green and yellow leaves flutter—
many steps, one dance.

Black ink on the white,
pen scratching words on paper:
Haiku is not Zen.