ANOTHER WEEK PASSES

August 12th through 18th

What did you do with your Summer?

I practiced the art of no plan, of just a starting notion each day, of roll with the weather, the punches, whatever.

Endless lists end up in the trash.
Summer flees, and I seem to have fallen right through it.

 Like blackened berries that succumb to frost,
I see Winter in my eyes when I pass a mirror.

 Had I realized that this was merely a different sort of Summer,

it might have made sense.  I might have just relaxed into it.

But, all the time I was resisting.
Fall's approach is actually a great relief.

MONDAY

Session two with a wonderful teacher.

We learn patterns, and to move as a group.
There are several films, and a wealth of on-line information about Isadora Duncan

THIS LINK WILL TAKE YOU OFF THE PAGE

SAVE IT FOR LAST

ISADORA NOW
http://youtu.be/SPlN_gO5TOM

TUESDAY

Playing with cloth color combination at Jude's
Spirit Cloth
 

This gift suddenly seems relevant

Beautiful woven bees

 

I see two nine patches

if I can bear to cut them out

Evening visit to a poetry reading uptown

featuring the one and only, always delightful

Evie Ivey

 

WEDNESDAY

The subway stop has two mosaic tile eyes.
Here's one.

 

A visit to my wise-woman-councilor set me a block away from Central Park.  I wandered happily for several hours.

Bark of the tree where I rested

sitting on its root

Root Meditation

http://youtu.be/rHHMESPnfYk

Wind Meditation

http://youtu.be/Lz7y4h-fE7A

THURSDAY

News

One--
An anonymous person phoned the Environmental Protection Agency, who sent an inspector to warn the Monsignor that a significant fine would be levied if we were caught watering during the hours of 11AM and 7PM seven days a week.  I was in the habit of turning on the underground system at 5, then going off to my other activities, and turning it off at 9.

Bind Weed

Two--

Despite my twenty years of care taking labors there, despite my love for the garden, I am considering withdrawing from it.  This Monsignor has been less than cordial many times since he took over three years ago.  I am not the only one who has suffered.

There's a bunch of us.

This season, he has been witholding money for plants

save the once a year tulip planting.

What happened, I wonder, to the garden budget?

Berries ripen if facing the sun

 

But stay green in the shade

I have felt less and less appreciated, more and more
 frustrated, and the garden shows it.

FRIDAY

Waiting for the film to start

 
This link will take you off the page to
"Hannah Arendt"

SATURDAY

Saving hollyhocks for the future

SUNDAY

Begins with preparation to complete this post, continues with house cleaning, hand laundry, and discarding spoiled food, and ends with a delicious Korean supper from a kind friend.

 MONDAY
Day number 29 of no cooking gas,
discarding a whole lot of spoiled food,

still waiting for Con Edison to reconnect!
AND
Let me not neglect to mention that major
demolition and reconstruction in the apartment
below me has been non-stop, assaulting, has shaken my walls and floors daily, and thoroughly shriveled any peace of place.  They're turning it into a three bedroom dorm, and that will be another kettle of woe.  I pray I'm traveling before the painting and floor shellacing fumes rise.

I'm exhausted!