Here is a photograph of a jolly bunch of radishes I bought the other day. They were fine tasting radishes, mild but peppery, juicy, sweet. Their plump brightness cheered me right up, because I’m the sort of person who is cheered by radishes or silly pop songs or even just a very good very hot … Continue reading darling, you are radishing!
The residency is over. I’m all moved out of the flat and I handed the keys back in. I’ve been feeling a little flat this week – since I found out I got the residency last November, it was the thing I was looking forward to about this year….then suddenly I was there and doing … Continue reading same same, but different
I like the ‘nesting’ quality of winter. The retreat of it….withdrawing, restoring… I put more effort into meals, into keeping everyone warm, into creature comforts. I try to go a bit slower and breathe a bit deeper. I do yoga to keep warm, I tote a hot water bottle around the house….and I eat a … Continue reading take care
I took a walk to a nearby section where an old house had recently been demolished. They are building shops there. I dug up a wormwood plant and rescued an iron gate from a skip which I’ll use as a frame for beans in the vegetable garden. When I walk I am looking for stray … Continue reading picking up what the wind drops
“Love what you have, and you’ll have more love.” -Regina Spektor Aah, THIS SONG …”the piano is not firewood yet….” so much yearning in this song. I’m can’t stop playing it. In it she is saying, ‘Who knows what is ahead of us, so dance today, love today.’ I am an environmentalist, or a greenie, … Continue reading feel the fear….and feel the fear
There is a gap opening up in my life soon. Nature abhors a vacuum, right? My tendency is always to fill spaces up with more things, new things, ways to make money/art, projects, whatever. This time, though, I promised myself I would sit with the space, lean into the quiet, listen in and see what … Continue reading the rush to fill the empty spaces
Yay, September! I’m happy to see September, because August has been mean to me. In fact, in the weirdness that is my head – I imagine Sigourney Weaver coming in in a giant robot-suit and saying to August THIS Ha ha! September = official spring (even though the daffodils have been springing up and lambs appearing … Continue reading get away from her, you *****