rest

I have been resting: resting by sleeping, resting by walking...resting by roadtripping and riding rollercoasters and staying up until 2AM, singing; resting by finding the spaces where I need to do things and doing them, resting by laughing until my belly hurts--and crying until my belly hurts. I begin work again on Monday. I am deep in gratitude for the pause.

I have also been resting by making photographs...and eating dinner.

Dinner candle:


The guitar:


One of the roller coasters:


no, really--rest.

oops

A while back I posted about creativity.
In the whirl of beginnings and endings and more beginnings I forgot again.

No, that sounds like an excuse. I just forgot.

It's so easy to forget. Easier than remembering, even.
Like journaling, it's the sort of forgetting that has to be forgiven. I cannot recapture all the days when I could have done better; I can only do more in the days to come. After a month of travel-packed "vacation" I am looking forward to the relative peace of sitting still, of working some, of routine. I don't like to admit it, but sometimes routines are helpful...and maybe this time I will include creation.

One can hope.

early morning

There is nothing quite so precious
as cool sun before seven,
bending and bouncing its
yellow-orange way
into today, cool
breeze called
on waves of light, washing
spirit
leavening soul
grounding and lifting
roots and wings
beginning.

desire

i am wanting
straw
berries
ripe, red lush
jucy
sweet
i am wanting dipped
in cream
in sour cream
in honey
sticky-fingered
licking
all night.