Maybe the puzzle piece was knowing that waking might be useful. Not fighting it. Conflict is disruptive. Not the ears of Soul-o, the wings of some plastic creature I found in the ground at the old place. Winter’s sky is forming. Baskets of scraps , now piles of paper…
Yesterday, simply asking myself a lot of questions. Today trying to answer them. But I think answers don’t apply for very long really. Things are always changing. And I, we, are only human and answers, there aren’t any really. Questions are prompts for considering, and answers , well what if they are just coffee breaks ? Just Sweeping. This morning I asked myself, ” …did you have a good sweep?” And what will my future be? What comes next.
Yes. Another post. To see if I can. I think maybe I am going to take a stand. I am going to be who I am, here, without worry. After all, it seems worry has taken over and I don’t have time really, anymore. It can be ok. Just putting what I can here, and if I can’t, well, you can just know it is because I can’t. Sometimes it is like that, in fact that’s just life. I have […]
So, how it just is sometimes, when you wake up and you can’t seem to breath because you are allergic to something and nobody seems to know what, and it’s raining and you forgot to take the quilt off the clothesline and it’s still dark so you just leave it. And you think who am I? That big question in such a small moment. And you think, well, I am small. And you make a small stray self, not […]
Selves. I did most of my illustration work (on paper) back in the 70s. I have said that before but how long ago that actually is now. This one is rather realistic. Like a person. Ha! I can say it looks like me then, with my wild hair. Drawn from a photo my brother took, I should find that. Some where in NYC. I remember I was wearing a handwoven vest and my grandmother’s old fur coat. What a time. […]
Out of control. It’s that time of year. The cucumbers have escaped the fence and the Malabar spinach is everywhere. There are definitely more than enough tomatoes for the chipmunks and us. The paths are becoming hard to navigate. I will make some changes next season. There IS a garden. And then, I remind myself how little control I seem to have over how to get to things these days, but still I am growing. My capabilities have seriously diminished […]