waiting on family

  Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate

going home

  “The film of your days and nights is wound up tight in you, never to be re-run – and the occasional flashbacks are faint, blurred, unreal, as if seen through falling snow.”   ~ Sylvia Plath    

mellowing

  the light ..and me

begin

  A very sweet light is spreading over the Earth like perfume.  The moon is slowly dissolving and a boy-sun languidly stretches his translucent arms…Cool murmurings of pure waters that surrender themselves to the hillsides.  A pair of wings dances in the rosy atmosphere.  Silence my friends.  The day is about to begin. ~ Clarice Lispector

pausing..

 for light, shadow and some supermarket blooms, as the days grow a bit longer For a fleeting moment we pause and note the sunlight on the sheets as we make the bed,  note the warm sun on our cup as we sip tea,  or note the fading light on the curtain as we enter the room.  And we let out a breath or sigh….