the beauty of the green earth

 In my window, with the sugar plum tree and the snow on the deck so high, I can hardly see it.  Tomorrow we go to Toronto for the opening and a lot of other things.  Today, I need to get ready.  But first, I’m putting at least an hour into my circular tree everlasting, the beauty of the green earth.  

Cape of Rain

The Margaret Atwood references for this title are actually two poems.  One of them is about survival. The other one has the line: I pull about me running, a cape of rain.  In my mind, I put them together. 

During that time

So much love that all that can be done with the overflow is to create.  It is not a matter of wanting to.  Not as an act of will, one solely must.  

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Poem Blanket

When women take embroidery and other textile arts beyond their accustomed uses; out of private, out of domestic, out of the female sphere, and make them large (like Sheila Hicks) unruly (like Louise Bourgeois) or ambitious (like the Bayeux Tapestry) it is a performative act.  

It performs gender.  It demands acknowledgment on a scale that tiny textiles do not.  

Janet Berlo

my full heart

The Egyptian concept of time as a circle, not an arrow. 

And to just stand there with the beauty, and feel cared for. 

(reading Patrick Brinkley’s All the Beauty in the World. )

Paris in February

When you touch something, you leave a charge on it, and anybody else touching it then connects with you in a way.  

Among the Stars

I am the white moon among the stars

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