touched
So admittedly, this is an icy finger reaching out. But imagine it was warm. And reddish. Even loving. Tonight, Nika was asking me about whether I felt lonely living alone – or rather the subject came up in conversation. And…
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red
Red. I’m on red. Large red horse coming up. And why horse? Over and over. Horse after horse. You know, I’m not sure. I can tell you that I don’t know a time when I didn’t see horses. I can’t…
trudging
Wet snow. Then rain. Freezing rain. Power outages. I grew up in the south. I’m trying to recall if I ever experienced any time when the power went out in winter when I was a child. It was summer: lightening…
blame
When I’m not feeling great, the first thing I do is blame. Blame someone. Blame something. So easy to do. Today, the weather was – well, first beautiful: lovely white snow – and then, more snow. And more. Snow can…
alignment
(The paler colored horses? Hard to photograph. They are playing with being there and being barely there. They are happening happening happening. One day, this creation, the next day, maybe shifted. Or totally shifted.) I have a friend whose talent…
dark horse
I don’t know if you recall the piece I started a short while ago: all these soft oranges and yellows. And then blue came in. That blue came along. Looked like a dark horse at first. But, hey, look where…
the search
I got a text this morning from Marlene: did you find your acorn. Find my acorn??? Godammit, no! I’m not like Peaches who can just find a darn oak nut in a hot minute. For me it’s a lifetime search.…
grey
I woke up tired. Out of sorts. Grey mind. Grey outside. The day started off on a low note. For me, that is. I took Peaches to her woods. Her absolute favorite place. At this time of year, these trails…
soup
The water in this stream moves fast. But it’s been COLD and here are these shards – caught and frozen on the periphery of anything solid. Such detail. This sense of cold, cold winter brought to mind a conversation I…
rubbing elbows
Kari is a new friend here in Bath. We talk, she asks me about my life. And I tell her about whatever progress I’ve made in terms of meeting people here. And it’s been slow. Slow partly because I do…