November 2008
60 posts
“We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move...”
– James Carroll
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation...”
– John Fitzgerald Kennedy
i think i kind of like the way memory seems to stalk me. those memories in which i choose to keep. those that may be sprinkle with a bit of bittersweet but noneless, have prove to be beneficial in the shaping of who i am…
the rain and i...
the sound of rain always makes me feel like home. i don’t know what it is. i don’t know if it’s it natural rhythm of water hitting the ground, the chill in the air, the darkness of the sky. i know it may sound sad, but it’s not for me. it’s warm, it’s comforting, it makes me feel like me…
the kettle is heating and i wonder what tea i will drink. i will put two slices of bread into the toaster and when they are done i will smother them with apple butter and honey. my body is feeling tired and my mind is too, somewhat. still can’t shake certain thoughts. i know they are here for a reason. i’ll just enjoy my mid-morning snack and let everything just fade away for a...
“THE PEDIGREE of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him ...”
– Emily Dickinson
painting, again...
it’s been so long i think i have forgotten how to smooth the brushes just to paint light and shades. i know i am using a different medium too, with different characteristics, with different mannerisms. the first product after years of absence is an elementary effort but alas, i think i like her anyway. she has a folk look to her, a child’s point of view. she may not be a masterpiece,...
i want to walk down carroll ave., take pictures and pretend what it will be like to reside in those victorian houses…
i am a house..
…filled with rooms and possessions to be explored. with windows to see and be seen and wooden floors that creak when walked upon. books fill the walls along with my favorite photographs. i am filled with history, with stories, all within these walls that have held up for years after years. warm light fills me from the inside and the warmth of my hospitality extends to those invited. i am a...
i’m in love with this little piggy (http://ping.fm/gAxO8)…how i wish one of these adorable pale pink dolls would fall into my lap somehow…
the excitement as graphite begins to make organic shapes and lines across the small canvas. i like the drawing and can’t wait until the brushes are dip in pigments and laid over. mixing colors, shading and putting detail. it’s been so long since i have painted and i am excited even if it is in a new approach. acrylics, i hope you like me the way oils do…
morning, still being pleasantly haunted by the remnants of what i see and feel in my dreams. i do miss things, that much is clear. i wish i could extract that goodness, those friendships and what they meant and still have that warm feeling alive and present. will it always be this way? will i always be reminded in my nocturnal state? i seem to think so…
listening to fleet foxes, feeling like a sleepy forest, wanting to rest in delight and dreams…
i’m just wanting a bit more at the moment. i can feel it deep inside, within my bones. something tangible but not material. something unseen but very real. i’m just waiting, wondering if it will ever be mine…
i have forgotten how delicious persimmons are…
“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to...”
– Charles Dickens (via everybodycares: jonoh) (via thresca)
as always with my need to create….cloverdilly…where magic can always be found if you look for it…http://cloverdillys.tumblr.com/
thirty has come...
thirty has come and i welcome it. i welcome the changes as well as those things that will always remain the same. some things, though, will take effort, i know. some things will not and it will be up to me to decide what comfort i will allow myself to be in. what comfort is good for me and what comfort begs to be abandoned so that i may explore what i do not know…yet…
“We bless and curse ourselves. Some dreams are divine, as well as some waking...”
– Henry David Thoreau
oh anthropologie, you know my dreams, my heart but alas, not my pocketbook…
she is eating a totem pole of toasted marshmallows and wrapping up gifts for me she found in her drawer for my birthday…
i just found out that i share my birthday, today, with louise brooks…
