the mess
It’s spring. The woods are a mess: icy trails, mud next to the ice. But, hey, it’s spring: what a gift! The baby needs a new diaper; the baby just spit up; sometimes a mess. But it’s Cecilia. Cecilia! she’s a gift. Yes, such a gift. My art is all over the place: cluttering this […]
a moment
My sister, Julie, used to do sports photography for a university and she would tell me about timing. Catching the moment on film. That shot. That one. In those years – gosh, I think it would have been the 1970’s – they were just coming out with cameras that could shoot the continuously. But what […]
not to mention
How could I go on and on about winter and not mention…? Yes. If anything marks time, it’s the growing baby, Aaaah. Yes, we want them to grow. And we want them to experience many many winters that turn into many many springs. Endlessly. Yes.
endless
Winter has a way of wrapping around me that feels like it’s here to stay. So I stay: all snuggled up inside a warm house; all snuggled up inside layers and layers of warm clothes; all snuggled up inside myself. It’s winter. Endless. And then the snow starts to melt. Streams start to flow again. […]
looks full
Is it the full moon? It looks that way to me. And it feels that way to me. I’ve been making a mess. I’m doing this art that is, well, not supposed to look perfect. Not supposed to look exact. Not supposed to look any certain way. And I’ve succeeded there. And you know what? […]
how you feel
‘People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou. Right, Cecilia? Will we ever forget how you made us feel? We might not remember your words… But we will remember that it was February and it felt deep blue cold. […]
the wall
I was very poorly understanding a concept of Japanese gardening when I tried to share it with Scott the other day. About the wall. The wall for a garden, that is. In reading their book, “The Sound of Cherry Blossoms”, I thought that Mosko and Noden were almost requiring that a garden have a wall […]
reading
What’s that over there? Let me check it out. Let me read this one. What’s this in front of me? All this blue and white and blue and white and blue and white? Let me read this one. In my “reading” reading today, I ran across an article which talked about the Arabic word for […]
unmoored
My mother used to have this saying: “This country is too big.” And it’s odd, because I moved only 2 and 1/2 hours away from where I was, and it seems far. And as I settle in, I notice how I anchor myself. In a new place, I really see that. One way that I […]
what matters
Little Cecilia is growing. Isn’t she irresistible? Watching her become rounder, softer in her flesh, more focused in her vision, more present to your holding her. More aware of your love. And that, that’s what it’s all about. When I moved to Bath to be near Nika and Scott and the baby, I had to […]