Dear first love, hunger, and future me, I heard, That a breeze is caused by the differences in air pressure on some mountain peak a hundred miles away. In the soft evening breeze a raven flew by the cabin, swooped over the
Dear younger me, The things which I wish to say cannot be said, In part because it has been said, (and often), before, And we know this was as true the first as the second time I said it. It cannot become
Dear rest, It's so peaceful here. It's quiet and uncomplicated and serene. I love it. Rosy and fresh and cool. Like a good book. Like a song. A bowl of really sweet cherries. Yeah, that's it. Cherries, like cherries. Postcard: Acrylic paint, shadow play, plus a collaged copy of
Dear books, We don’t all sing like typewriters. Some of us deliver a text which is pondered in the heart. I think there are silences louder than words.
Dear morning, I don’t know how to explain it. You burn into my memory like a memory is supposed to: Six am waking up. Grandma bringing in a cup of hot tea. My skates on a towel in the corner of the
Dear feet, Watch your step. I think about that for you because I see you racing each other shouting, “me first, no me first!” And if feels odd to be here; like getting to this moment was suddenly upon me. It’s funny how
Dear Home I think people can pack a lot of stuff into a motor home. They just take everything out of the house and cram it into those spaces under the bed. The bed lifts up, and in goes all the
Dear Love, It looks like I feel. It's warm and soft and fresh here. It looks like I feel which is a completely wonderful thing. I feel lazy and guiltless and heavy and weak and good. This may not seem like a
I was painting, listening to some random jazz from some random internet music site and thinking that there really aren't any songs about Thursday. And there should be. Thursday is such a mellow day, isn't it? It's a third-cup-of tea-morning-and-15-extra-minutes-in-bed
Happy first day of spring to everyone on my half of the old globe. Today I got the most amazing chance to try to paint some Ukrainian Easter eggs with my friend Jane. I've never tried this method