Turn, my heart

Things that go away never return - everybody knows that. 

And in the bright crowd of the winds

there’s no use complaining!

Am I right, poplar, teacher of the breeze?

There’s no use complaining!

Without any wind - look sharp -

Turn, heart.

Turn, my heart.

Federico G Lorca

Found patches

 Cleaning my studio for an hour before answering emails and finding new ideas from old work. 

at the cottage

And we piled the bed with 3 blankets and a sleeping bag on top of the log cabin quilt and blanket. 

And we wore socks at the beginning and I wore a cardigan over and an undershirt under my long sleeved nightie. 

And in the morning, he said ‘let me warm you’ ….

And I loved him back.

home from Memory Ville

 And my dream continued like that - people encouraging me to stay longer in the memories and me wanting to leave them behind but also, just as I’m about to - glimpsing another, starting again. 

The trees. The trees. They changed everything by being so huge.  Tall.  Green.