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THE TRAVEL POEM
by Sarah KramerLee

Travels go through your mind.
Travels make us proud.
Travels turn into adventures come true.

Photo taken by Sarah KramerLee at the top of the Empire State Building (Ignore all the dates on Sarah's photos. I didn't know she had it set incorrectly)

Photo by Sarah KramerLee

We had a wonderful little jaunt into New York city. I always have moments of, “I wish” when I go through New York, wondering what would have happened if I had taken a chance and pursued a theatre career in New York. . But, I came back from this trip determined to not look back with regret, or “woulda coulda shoulda” thoughts. The journey is now, and I am learning to truly embrace that journey.

Our trip hiccuped to a start. We were supposed to spend the night before we left in Mystic, CT with a friend of mine from college. However, Nathan had to work (striking a set) until Sunday evening, and in the rush to get out we brilliantly left the train tickets behind. Luckily we realized that only about 30 minutes into the drive, but we decided to return home and start the adventure again in the morning.

We still drove into Mystic so we could have a yummy breakfast there and then waited at the train station. It was a lovely day to wait for a train.

When you travel with the Kramer Lee’s never be surprised by the appearance of creative flights of the imagination, even on a train.

When we got to New York, I had to laugh. The other day, when I mentioned I was a little nervous about presenting at the travelogue, the fabulous Jamie from Life of Jamie suggested I picture David Beckham in his underwear. So, I could not help but giggle gleefully when the very first thing I saw as I walked out into the streets of New York from the train station to see this:

Somehow I knew the trip would be a success!

We had a few hours to kill before we could head to our friend’s apartment in Queens. What better way to introduce Sarah to NYC then going up the Empire State Building.

I loved being high enough to see the division between rain and sun over the city.

From there we wandered over to Times Square, full of sights, sounds, people, and theatre posters galore. I love the lights and colors there. Sarah and Nathan went into Toys R Us, leaving me on bag guard duty, but I used the time to take more pictures.

The next day we went to see the Jim Henson Exhibit at the Museum of Moving Images. Unfortunately we weren’t supposed to take photos of his exhibit. I would have loved to, because I found so much inspiration there. I loved the fact that Henson used yellow pads to sketch out his ideas. Somehow it makes his genius and talent seem more human and possible. One of the displays quoted “The Imagination Song” sung by Ernie on Sesame Street and I can’t resist including it here because it speaks so much to me about Jim Henson’s magic.

While there. All of us had the opportunity to play, including creating our own mini animation videos. I was hoping to include mine here, but can’t figure out how. Sigh.

That evening was the Travelogue, where I read my post about Travel as Inspiration. I guess I did ok. Sarah wrote the above poem and that was presented (she wouldn’t do it herself). Nathan talked about a trip he took after college. He was fabulous, sounding like a podcast on the Moth.

We also got a moment to catch up with a friend we haven’t seen in 16 years. Although it was only for a brief time sadly. Another mysterious puppet made an appearance as well.

The adventure ended with delicious bagels and a rousing game of Uno before we caught the train and rode into the snow.

I wonder where the next adventure will lead.

Inspiration from the Photography of Ron Rosenstock

Yesterday. Worcester Art Museum.

Sarah walked from art piece to art piece, carrying her sketch pad and a pencil. She jotted down notes. Usually  just the name of the piece, sometimes words. I’m not really sure. I found myself torn between looking at the art and watching Sarah’s reactions to certain pieces..

We wandered from gallery to gallery until we entered a magical display that mesmerized Sarah from the moment she walked in.

Hymn to the Earth: Photographs by Ron Rosenstock is an exhibition full of vibrancy, magic, light and atmosphere, all in tints of black and white. Each image was more intricate and beautiful than the rest, and each inspired a snippet of story.  Of course, because of copyright issues, I’m not allowed to post those images here, however if you click on the above link it will bring you to the Worcester Art Museum page including an interview with the photographer about his work.

I can’t resist including at least one image here. So I will borrow one from his own website and hope that I am forgiven, as it is only intended to praise and lead others to him.

Each of us were drawn to different images. My favorite is called Stone Circle at Sheefrey, County Mayo, Ireland. Trees surround a crumbling stone circle, leaves pouring over its edges. Somehow he caught the atmosphere at its most magical. I can almost hear the faerie folk singing as their power builds. To me, it is the circle of the Storyteller, on the verge of the forest. It is the home of a story I am slowly starting to tell.

I bought a card a pinned it over my desk.

Sarah fell in love with an image called Muckross Abbey, Coounty Kerry, Ireland. In it you look through an arched stone doorway, past arched columned windows through which the sun cast its glow. At the end of the hall is a small, black, rectangular door. When Sarah and I looked at it, I said, “I can almost sense a ghost coming through . . . I can sense the history.”

I splurged and bought the book about this exhibition.  Each image is paired with haiku’s written by Gabriel Rosenstock (no relation). Here is poem opposite Muckross Abbey:

“Muttering in Latin
on his daily rounds
the abbey ghost”

I feel the chills of inspiration and creativity.

Ron Rosenstock was in the gallery as we wandered through the exhibition, but Sarah was too shy to say anything. I was too much in awe and caught up in the magic of creative possibility. I found myself walking in story.

We wandered through the rest of the museum, and (as I mentioned yesterday) I tended to be drawn to the feminine divine. I was also fascinated by the miniatures, perfectly painted portraits of women.

Sarah got excited by the display of Paul Revere’s creations. She just learned about him in school and somehow seeing something crafted by him made the history more real. It was fun to see her excitement.

Wandering through the modern art exhibit, a certain famous painting of a can of soup, led to a discussion about whether or not something was art, as well as interpretations of the images we saw.

That too, was fun, but I will treasure always the image of Sarah sitting in front of a mystical photograph of three small waterfalls and writing this:

Water rushing through the wind
Water falling in the river
go with the flow.

 It doesn’t get better than that.

Donut Delights, A poem by Lisa and Sarah

Donut Art by Sarah KramerLee

Eating Dunkin’ Donuts saying silly stuff.
Chugging minty chocolate, living life with love.

Gooey chocolate goodness, gives us great big grins.
A chicken salad sandwich fills us up within.

Dreaming of snowflakes makes us sigh,
for magic little pieces from the sky.

Cocoa warms us up, steaming in the cup.

Hearing Christmas carols rhyme,
makes us have a real  good time.

Mommy/daughter silliness sits upon the page,
maybe we should take our act and share it on the stage.

Oh What a FALL!

A joint post written by Sarah and Lisa

Title by Sarah

Today was a beautiful day. Despite the much delayed arrival of true fall colors, I decided to take advantage of a sunny day that also happened to be an in-service day for Sarah’s school (making this a four-day weekend). Since I woke this morning feeling like I could actually move my back as opposed to the brick wall that has been weighing me down all week, I decided to see if Sarah would go on a hike with me. However, since I knew that hikes with Sarah tend to be more successful when other people join, I invited my brother, Steve, to come with us. Steve, for those of you who don’t know yet, is also known as taochild and has his own fabulous blogs: The odd ramblings of a mind that does not quite fit and the hilarious The Ninja Cat Journals as well as a Photo Site with amazing images that I often steal borrow for my posts.

It was a good thing we asked him along, because he actually knew where to go. Plus, he was able to guide my over excited daughter and give me moral support as a simple hike turned into an uphill rock climb. But I’m not complaining, it was a fabulous day. And between the two of us, we got some amazing photos. Check out his (mostly) wordless post for some of the shots he took. I will add a few of my own below, although not all of them as I may reserve some shots for future posts. But first, a picture with Steve and I together to prove that we do exist, we are not serial killers, and we are indeed related (although I’m not sure if this picture proves that).

Brother and sister hike.

During the 1 1/2 hour drive home through Friday evening traffic, Sarah was still glowing from the fun of the day. In her most excited voice she said, “Mommy you should write a blog and call it Oh What a Fall!”

My heart warmed for her support of my blogging.

I said, I’ll do that, but I think it would be really nice if you wrote a poem that I could include in the post.

“Ok, I will!”

“Why don’t you write it during the drive home?”

And she did.

Oh What a FALL!

by Sarah KramerLee

Gray rocks staying still.

Peaceful hikers walking by.

Lovable Lisa talking with Steve.

Smart Steve socializing with Lisa.

Beautiful trees changing colors.

Brown squirrels scampering peacefully by.

Tweeting birds flying close by.

Cute dogs doing their stuff.

Big castle letting people in.

Green picnic table holding people.

Black maps showing the ways.

Perfect view going on.

Brown/black trash cans waiting for trash.

White mushrooms growing fine.

Blue pond making the animals comfortable.

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Poetry by Sarah

A number of factors have made posting a challenge for me lately. I am still struggling with internet access. I have been really sick for a few days. I am starting the downward cycle of fear that comes with changing everything in my life. I feel blocked. I am truly grateful to Renee at Life in the Boomer Lane who included me in a list of bloggers worthy of the Versatile Blogger award, but I feel unworthy and wordless.

Never fear, however, I am raising a daughter to love words as much as I do. So I will now share with you two poems she wrote over the past two days. She wrote a different poem in school, using the format “adjective, noun, verb, ending” and enjoyed it so much she wrote these at home.  Enjoy!

`Sarah  K.                                                                                                     9-23-11

OUT MY WINDOW

Gentle rain falling down

Beautiful trees changing colors

Colorful cars going by

Green playground swinging in the wind

Brown power line giving power to people

Silver street lamp guiding people

Black road waiting for cars

Brownish trash wanting trash

Gray rock sitting still

Tan fence protecting territory

                                                  Gorgeous flowers brightening house

Blue lake swaying slowly

White house letting in people

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Sarah  K.                                                                                                                                  9-24-11

IN MY ROOM

Colorful pictures hanging on the wall

Beautiful stripes cheering our house

Blue shoes white easel wanting for feet

Pink dollhouse silent as can be

Brown doors open and close

Perfect bed comfy as can be

Brown and White shelves full of stuff

Fluffy pillows soft as you see

Black stapler stapling papers together

Pretty stuffed animals sleeping on the ground

Green hooks staying still

Neat clothing scrunched up still

Another Guest Poem by Sarah

I LOVE DESMOND!

Desmond is cute, cuddly, and fantastic.

He feels like a brother but nice.

He’s silent like the wind,

and he’s my friend!

Note: I have no idea why she thinks brothers aren’t nice. Her words, not mine. 😉  UPDATE: I finally got an explanation of the brother line. She considers our male dog, Jasper, her brother. While he is nice, he can be a rather annoying pain in the rear–just like the two-legged sort.

My Great Snow!

The following is a poem written by my daughter today. I corrected the spelling.

Snow is beautiful,
so soft as a pillow
You can build a snowman together.
We could have a snowball fight and have hot cocoa!
As you know you could have a lot of fun.

Love Sarah Kyoko KramerLee

What can I say? A poet in the making. For another sample of her work, check out The Pretty Place.

The Pretty Place by Sarah KramerLee (my daughter)

Sand Stone Sand

Image by rx_kamakshi via Flickr

Rocks shiny,

Rocks glittery,

Holes in rocks,

A canyon,

Dry and beautiful,

The great place.

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