above you below me
I’ve been listening to this song quite a bit lately. And reading Huckleberry Finn. And being with friends. And thinking about friends. And smoking pipes by the river. And thinking about making pipes. And watching buds bloom. And wondering what story I want to write [...]
It’s been so sunny and colourful these days.
On the sidewalk that led me to work, fifty-nine cock-eyed squares were scribbled in sidewalk chalk.
Sitting on the couch for a moment, feeling glad as my husband cooks Saturday night dinner.
If I wrote one small story today, it would contain:
-worn paths
-little birds
-the smell of potting soil
-skirts threatened by wild winds
-dancing curtains
-friendly ducks
-homemade jam
-jars of crocuses on weathered porch steps
-the library
-dandelion wine
-dusty books
-open windows
-chirping sounds
If you wrote one small story today, what would it contain?
Your destiny is safe with me.
Your childhood is safe with me.
What you decide to bury is safe with me.
-Li-Young Lee
This has also been a spring of [...]
My friends, spring has sprung. Birdsong is drifting through the open windows, while Eliot stares out, mystified, cackling back to them (I think he’s trying to chirp, but he sounds more like a raccoon than a blackbird). It’s so lovely.
With spring, of course, comes change, and a lot of things have been going [...]