Saturday, January 24, 2009
It's taken Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"Hurry, you will be dead before--
"(What? Before you reach the morning?
Now to stand still, to be here, Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
He said he could. He did.
He won. We won.
Oh, what a day. Oh, what a time.
I will not forget the televised images I saw today. A huge crowd of smiling, happy people who radiated hope and trust and belief in the possible. A sea of faces of every color, shape and hue standing where once slaves in tents lived while building the capital. A sea of faces exuding pride looking towards the first black president of the United States of America.
And today I, too, am a proud American.
I wept in pride and joy and hope.
Yes, he calls upon our higher instincts for love and generosity, responsibility and accountability to one another for the common. He calls us to service; he acknowledges difficult times ahead. Yes the times will be hard, that is clear. But I have the feeling that he will be truthful with the American people. I believe we can trust him. I have not felt that for a very long time.
After Nixon. Watergate. The failed Carter administration. The mean-spiritedness engendered by Reagon. Disappointment in the unfulfilled potential of Clinton. The last dismal and long eight years of Bush the Son. After 40-odd years of feeling let down by various administrations, there is a wonderful lightness in my heart. Today I wept but my heart sang.
Monday, January 12, 2009
a little time to play in my studio
brings contentment & joy
These beads are made of fabric-paper wrapped in fibers & beaded
The fabric paper is a satisfying project of layering loose weave fabric with various layers of paper, paint and glue. Once dry it can be cut, sewn, woven, wrapped around straws or skewers and cut into beads.
But these days I am recycling denim. Embellishing good quality but gently used denim jackets and vests. Turning them in wearable art.
I haven't take any photos yet.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
We lingered over entrees, indulged in decadence for dessert, talked the place closed, then braved the winter wind aw we walked down the short hill to our cars.
Ahhhhhhhh, a very satisfying way to spend an evening when the work week is old and the weekend is new.
We entered the weekend with no obligations for Saturday and Sunday: a stay-at-home, snuggle down kind-of-weekend.