"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning."
- T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"
Hello from the Family blog! What follows is a pictorial of Christmas 2008 with the Celestins. Kipong Bouman and Grandpa Johnny (who is always behind the camera) enjoyed the holidays in Sacramento. It is tricky for me to coordinate text with photos on this blog so I'll just list in order for those who don't know the Celestin children.
TO THE CARRION STARS
While Van Gogh slept,
the crows came near
and began painting.
They were fearless. They used his tools.
They loved portraying themselves.
They saw a field that needed to be magical.
They smeared in the yellow, then yellow and blue.
Make it thick, they thought.
That’s the way a crow sees it.
Let everything portend.
Bright colors, bright colors.
Then, most prominent,
the blackness of crows
shouting across the sky.
Ray Skjelbred, 2008
We are so proud that Ray's poem, Carrion Stars, has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.