Monday, January 25, 2021

a curtain for my heart

"Which of us hasn't sat anxiously before the curtain of his own heart?  Up it goes"  R.M.Rilke

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Thursday, January 14, 2021

how do we know when we are ourselves?

 Emily Dickenson hid herself away.  It was the only way she could create the condition she needed to write. (journal entry)

Monday, January 11, 2021

my grandmother's basket quilt

Simply to wake up to the very life we're living,

which is so excellent once one get's one's mind and one's desires out of its way

and lets it act of its own accord.     John Cage