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.
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
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
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 NOWhttp://youtu.be/SPlN_gO5TOM
TUESDAY
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.
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
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,
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!
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