Friday, June 15, 2018


During the task of having to clear a path for the installation of the much needed new Air Conditioner, I rediscover myself as the horribly cluttered old hag who never threw anything out, just stacked it neatly.

Walking Out as Temporary Cure
In 1836 Peter Gerard Stuyvesant (1778-1847) and his wife Helen Rutherford reserved four acres of the family farm and sold it for five dollars to the City of New York as a public park.
His remarkable gift may have been the most ambitious gesture of Peter Gerard Stuyvesant, the co-founder of the New York Historical Society and one of the richest men in America at his time.
A public park in a rapidly expanding city was a priceless amenity, and still is.
Sitting on one of the benches, looking up into sky,
I stop thinking of myself and the world.
Like a field daisy without a field, I become nobody in particular, just another being out of context, floating silently along with all of it.
This old warrior is cut in many ways, limbs removed and yet It's roots are pushing against stone, undeterred.
My little cane is dwarfed.


grace Forrest~Maestas said...

Last photograph is priceless

Mo Crow said...

(((Michelle))) I love how you have "just stacked it neatly"!