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in the grip
3:56am, sweatered on the couch with the green blanket tucked around my legs. I can’t see them, but I am aware physically and psychologically that I have good, warm slippers on my feet, and that they are a deep, warm pink. In a moment I will pull the reliable stapler out of my purse, turn […]
Homing
I’ve known many…. The trick with the key, the turn of the doorknob, the double beat of the door closing – like permission to lay the day’s burden down. I’ve had hollers from the back room, running tackles from the dog, slow blink from the cat – but always the awareness that time moves more […]
No straight lines
I dig into the Brahms E minor cello this morning and find myself swimming strong in a strong river – a great deep and fast and roiling that collects and contains a watershed of stories as it carves it’s way through the land. Why, Mr. Brahms. It is good to meet you here from across […]
trip theme
I’ve had early morning conversation with one of my rarely seen Incredibles, who is now off to work. Two others flop in their beds – they will be vertical, and then verbal, soon. but hang on – the snow is blowing from left to right through the alleyway behind my head. Horozontal snow is normal […]
Winter Solstice, 2012
I woke in my bed this morning at 6:15, just in time to feel something shift. Winter solstice dawns today with fine fine snowfall out of white into white. Even the trees are disappearing – their branches look like fine pencil lines now. I’m watching the snow fall, listening to the incredible Mychael Danna soundtrack […]
This morning’s texture
The rain on our tin roof keeps me dreaming past the appointed 6 am, then 7am, and even the waking realization of this isn’t jarring. Now coffee’d and downstairs beside the fire, I gaze out the window where the cat uncurls into a stretch. It really should be snow, but the effect is the same: […]