the ties..

        that bind   over on Viewfinders this week, I spoke of cleaning out, purging, cutting through all the needless material stuff I have saved throughout my life. However, there are some things to be held on to and passed down from one generation to the next   They are the words, pictures, fibers and threads of our story      …

poetic space

                      “I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.” ~ G. Bachelard, The Poetics of Space                      

passage

          “…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”     ~ Natalia Sanmartín Fenollera          

make hay..

        while the sun shines   a day of warmth and sunshine rare for January the new year has just begun tired from the busy-ness of the holidays every bit of extrovert-ness mustered has been used up (exhausting for an introvert) wandering alone around this farm a breath of fresh air before my hibernation begins to sort things out to accomplish…

winter shadows on the table in the hall

        I hear the quiet in the dark and smell the warm sunlight dancing across the wall I see the crack in the jar where the cover doesn’t quite fit I feel the chip in the wall in the shape of a ragged heart I taste the offering of sweetness waiting on the table   I think this is me my…