Legends tell of a people who are naturally organized; their homes are consistently neat and tidy. They have a designated place for all of their things. In these remarkable homes locating keys, phones, and that other shoe takes no time at all. I’ve seen these homes on TV and heard they exist in real life. In these homes all the rooms are clean at the same time. I’m a little jealous of these people.
The dark clouds climb in the distance. And there’s time. There’s time to hustle down the ridge ahead of the rising wind. Time to get inside before the path gets slick and turns dangerous.
But, there’s also time to find a firm place to stand and face the coming winds and driving rains. Time to stay and to shout into the raging storm.
It’s time to chose where to stand as the thunder rolls in.
Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography
My trouble with with painting the moon
is that even full moon light changes
all the colors in my pallet
to grey and to black. Continue reading “Strawberry Moon”
Last night, in the silence of 1am I woke, as one does.
What you do with your middle of the night wakings is your mystery.
I can never get right back to sleep until
I’ve made my rounds to settle my mind.
During my wakeful 1 o’clock, my first stop was the bathroom;
someone needed to check it was still there. It was. Continue reading “Waking in the Night”
“You need to learn to relax,”
she says, as she works on my back
with hot rocks, and oil, and warm towels. Continue reading “The Doctor of Massage”
A few days ago, I went down to the bottom of my yard to refill my chickens’ watering cans. I was feeling pretty sprightly because we had just replaced our old hose with a newer, longer model. This hose reaches all the way from the house and down to the gate of the chicken yard. No more lugging 5 gallon buckets of water up and down hill for this old lady. Continue reading “Leaking Rainbows”
So many things are urgent and demanding; too many things require constant attention. My garden is not one. It’s too big, too sprawling, and always needs some attention…but there’s no hurry in it.
Really, there’s no point in rushing; there’s no end to the job. Weeding is a lot like laundry. There’s no way to actually finish doing laundry, and there’s no way to finish weeding. Continue reading “On Weeding”