choosing whose children we would like to be
I love this passage in Zadie Smith’s book, Feel Free, where she quotes Seneca (the Greek philosopher) : “We are in the habit of saying that it was not in our power to choose the parents who were allotted to us, that they were given to us by chance. But we can choose whose children we […]
attention
I was viewing an excellent social media tutorial which started out with the assumption that everything on the web is contending for the viewer’s … attention. You guessed it. And how to “win” in this game. It struck me. That word attention. And what I notice. So, I’m walking along in the early evening. The […]
fit to be tied
I woke up this morning fit to be tied. My brain was goooooing. When I run into anything I can’t solve emotionally, my brain is sure that if I THINK enough, I’ll find my way. Rarely is that true. The “stuff” that was coming up was about people. People close to me. I can be […]
color but not color
I don’t know. Is Peaches orange? Hmmmm… For the past couple of days, Victor was visiting and we were listening to classical music on WCRB – streaming it in. He had found the station for me; he listens to it all the time. He commented that he thought lately they were playing too many horns. […]
coloratura (*)
Quite by mistake, I published a post with NO writing. I left you wondering, no doubt, what that word meant? I had JUST discovered it today and was so excited to share it. I guess too excited!!! It was in this essay in Zadie Smith’s new book and it is in reference to music. The […]
addiction
Running for me is like crack. It feels so good, it’s addictive. It’s something I love, I crave. I get hooked on it. Some people love to travel through the skies, overseas. My travel: the open road. Human speed. Out there, feeling the wind, the sun, the trees, the sky. And my breath. Breathing hard. […]
all fall down
My wall fell down! The plow pushed the snow. And the frozen snow pushed the wall over. It’s not held with any fill. The wall is just the art of the stone wall builder. Truly an art. He’ll come over and jigsaw puzzle it back into place. Some time when the snow melts. Right now:it’s […]
first bloom
Can you see it? Can you spot that white bloom? The crocus??? It sits at the foot of a four foot mound of snow. Melting snow. Outside feels so warm all of a sudden. But a bloom? After last week’s cold? Snow? Yay for spring, is what I say. May it slide right into summer. […]
pruning
Can you see all those little branches at the top of the tree going all “sproingy”, jumping up straight towards the sky? And can you sort of see how this poor tree has been massacred by my too-dull cutting sheers? And that what look like “sproingy” things are really trees in the distance? Well, that’s […]
interrupted
Whenever I get interrupted, my first response is, “Oh no!” But inevitably, I’m glad afterwards. And I never can guess why. When I was hanging my show in DC, there was a fire in the building. “RONK RONK RONK” – that penetrating sound. I think: “Is this a joke?” No. We all, all in this […]
