More Snow & Life

 Drinking coffee by the woodstove it comes to me that i am glad i had not yet Winter-ized the garden, because so many birds have been eating seeds from the plant stalks. Then this thinking of seeds naturally becomes thinking of this Spring's garden and here i am, visualizing growing vegetables while there is over a foot of snow on the ground. An absolute delight.

Snow and Life

Upon awakening, the first thing i smelled was my own death. A very sobering realization. Pun intended. Fortunately a foot of snow had fallen while i slept, so this was an inspiring moment, and not at all dispiriting. Busy activity at the bird feeder, and crows calling for more peanuts.

Peacefulness

 Waiting on the snow, I can smell it in the air. Building the fire back up in the woodstove, glad to be home from work. Many candles, many scents. Purring cats.

Thryothorus ludovicianus

 Carolina Wrens like the woodpile. They also use the cat-door to come onto the screen porch. A pair has been out there all morning, pecking around, going back out, coming back in. Love these little cuties so much.

 Carrying logs to the splitter. Standing more on the patio in the sun. Moving slowly, with a focus on body, foot placement, posture. Breathing and feeling the clean cold air. Then working the splitter after a little maintenance. Fill up the wheelbarrow and stack some on the hearth. Simple and satisfying work.

The Raptors of Friday

 Driving to the hardware store on a layered cloud day, I see six Hawks and two Kestrals. Not to be left out of this count are the numerous Vultures and Crows! A satisfying errand run all around.

Algebraic Expression

 If only my brain remembered Algebra instead of all the stupid and cruel things that men have said to me over the decades.

Space & Time

 Lost self-confidence is a very difficult thing to move through and attempt to regain.

FILMS VIEWED

• Everything Everywhere All At Once
• Interstellar
• When The Levee Breaks
• Spider-man: Across The Spider-verse
   

poem

how sky

how Moon

     clouds, yes

but

not yet risen

pull still

pull hopefulness

possibility

resolve

 

poem 10/21/2019

 i have a narrative

a narrative of/fear/

     and loss of

self esteem

a narrative of

     heartbeat shaking

cold anxiety - it is

a narrative often i am

     compelled

to share/but often i am

tired

tired of hearing myself

just break through!

but here/nine years later

this narrative 

still exists

poem 3/15/2018

 storm system moving across 

the play of light and rain

clouds disperse/in the distance

the thunder rolls

birds give voice

 to the sweetness  

that is now

Hex triplet

 Azure expansion into the

unlimited Universe

pulled by this Season's

changing

the

Vernal equinox

the 

New Moon

Film viewed

In celebration of May Day, "SORRY TO BOTHER YOU" - directed by Boots Riley, 2018

Verb: to remember

I am of this World, of this Earth. I breathe this air as i look at this sky, these clouds. This world is not out to get me. I am safe and grounded as my feet touch this soil. Even as i am driving, i am realizing this, as incongruous as that may seem. I see a hawk. I see the Crescent Moon rising. I am home.

poem...not a haiku

Corn Moon
Cherries Turn Black Moon
Full Moon light/casting
hollyhock shadows
as
three Owls call
across the mountain

my life is now complete

"Moonlight" - directed by Barry Jenkins (2016)

and another!

"Paris Is Burning" - directed by Jennie Livingston (1990)

film viewed, finally

"Moon" -directed by Duncan Jones (2009)

poem

the vast stretch of city lights on
the horizon
forms an unnerving necklace
for the
rising
orange Moon