what I’m thinking …
I’m thinking: “The ice is getting really thin. I hope Peaches doesn’t … AAAUGH!” “COME BACK, Peaches!!!” “Phew! Good dog.” Huge sigh of relief. Let’s go take a ride:
stupid crampon …
Yesterday I lost a crampon in the woods. I looked down and one boot was bare. You can see – above – what I lost: it’s meant to prevent your slipping on the ice. You can also see, by contrast, the size of my little horse pieces I’ve been having a blast making. So today […]
home
I go to the woods because they feel so much like home to me. So today I was thinking about a time when they were actually home to so many people. And how the woods weren’t a place to “go to”. Home surrounded you, in a sense. But home itself is that feeling, isn’t it? […]
basic understanding
Doesn’t Peaches look like she’s emerging from the darkness? As in Tolkien. The deep, dark woods… And yes, that kind of feels like what one small realization meant to me today. I had this wonderful Alexander technique session with Alice. Alexander technique is something that professional musicians and actors are likely to know about because […]
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 […]
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 […]
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.
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? […]
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. […]
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. […]
