revolve. One cupboard cleared, one old pine chest emptied, two rooms of six reconfigured. Three boxes of books off my shelves and into the car for passing forward, a trunk full of clothing for VV. Winter wear rediscovered, pared down, and stowed in one kist, guest blankets in the other. I now have a better … More Revolution
Story Cake first instalment is coming – never fear. It has been delayed by some time-sensitive physical and academic tasks, which have taken precedence over all else: I’ve been packing up the old and building the new. To the point where I’ve got twenty days left here: during which I find places for all this … More Unplugged yet more connected
We were told three days ago that the water will not run in our taps until the end of April. I feel relief. It’s good to know – that we are directly linked to the spring thaw, that we need to build the gathering and conservation of water into our daily routine, that we will … More Frozen Pipes, Day 15
Candles are lit at 6:22am. They burn straight up with no flicker, and this mesmerizes me – that fire can be so still. It has been stiflingly hot here for days – heavy sun from skies pregnant with this rain and well beyond term. I played cello outside in it for two days at mid-day, … More Thunder
I once played a minor (non-musical) part on a Rolling Stones Tour – ‘Steel Wheels’ in the ’80s. I have a tour jacket, even, that boyfriends past have happily worn… and torn and stained. This comes up now because I wrote the blog title first. It’s still a good jacket, and I keep it to … More #Selfie 15: You get what you need
Venezuela: http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2014-02-16/whats-going-venezuela-nutshell Ukraine: Russia: Uganda: I did get up early today to watch the Men’s hockey team win gold for Canada. Good friends, beer & breakfast & gold, then rehearsing for hours afterwards in all the sleepiness. What a great morning. I know Canadians who watched from mexico, Japan and France, and the roar … More Venezuela. Ukraine. Russia.
Every once in a while I see a bald eagle in the sky, like poetry so beautiful and alive I stop breathing. We have entered the long cold of January. Winter came early this year – two months ago – to invite us deep inside where we can tend to the root of things, tune … More Release