Thursday, September 29, 2022

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

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Found patches

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

Sunday, September 25, 2022

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.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

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.