Our driveway has a slight up hill onto the road and it is ice.
Slippery wet ice.
I fill one book a month.
When I die, they will be able to build a small house wtih the journals I've kept over the years.
I used to love my walk but now it's such hard work.
I want to get back to loving it again.
Now with the leg, I look for reasons not to walk.
I long for the talking-to-myself-out-loud kind of walk,
not the counting-my-steps kind of walk that I do now.
the poetry would be gone from my work.
This week I'm finishing up the three pieces I took with me to Mexico.
It feels good to be able to stitch again as much as I need to.
Some say that this text is India's most important gift to the world.
It tells us that we are meant to be as much at home in our inner consciousness
as in the world of physical reality.
1. there is an infinite changeless reality beneath the world of change
2 this same reality lies at the core of every human
3 the purpose of life is to discover this reality through life experience
Abstract design comes from inside.
The combination is what separates a work of art from the every dayness of experience.
It also gives the work an alien feeling that is mercilessly intimate.
(Frank Webb, painter)
the deer in my driveway
my fragile life