Monday, February 9, 2009
Listening: the gift we are to each other always.
I am now listening to birds ping-pong songs across the hedges. The door open, a lovely 70 f all week, sunny, perfect for breathing somehow, relaxing. Its almost 7 pm here and the windows are still open, and its pleasing... sipping *sampling some spicy Merlot brought over.
My camera (less than 2 years old) crumbled within itself ...
has anyone dealt with Canon? Seems like sending a child to a babysitter.
A nothing out of which to create a new.
Was never nothing enough for a new, never
Empty lost lone naught enough
To come clean new in any morning light.
Always in that limbo wide as it was,
Deep, down, as it was, somebody lay
Qualifying any possible creation.
(Toppled in that void tossed there, and woke.)
* I put parenthesis around the last line, cause I want to cut it.
~ Josephine Mills (1911-- )
love this guy from this blogger.
Painting Faces: Elizabeth Peyton. Solid essay.
And Slide show. And more here at current show.
Her work reminds me of a soul recreating herself as the poet Shelley.
photo i keep near (without the popcorn)
Days seems like popped corn lately, fast to open, but the shelf life so frail.
There are some things close to my heart i want to do in the next few weeks. Attention is important to me, and so is the sanctity of being present. I will be back sometime in March, early. To visit. I will miss you all. Thanks for your constant generosity. Joy, sharing.
By then, some of these might be in bloom backyard, and the luscious rain.
Lovely texture : Onion Valentine box
Ani Difranco : Not a pretty girl & 32 flavors (thanks Quark for reminding)
The image below is for you Disa, the procession of the under things (in honor of your comment).
I think we should all start such a procession, to parade an intimate garment, aka a secret thing we might want to let go of... or release. Or an expression. What would you make and place on the public pole for this parade if you were summoned by the King/Queen, your Soul? Or me? Would you join? What could we make, write, sing, weave, paint, weld, blow open?
Breath, what is worthy again, of you?
Peace to all you who enter here, hear??
Listen, peace already exists.
Believe. (& happy valentines to you all too!__)