|A wee sparrow emerges. |
She has a merry look about her.
Well...around here they do.
We are trying to figure out how our "normal" will be with Tim's retirement,
along with some changes still to come.
I am trying to figure out how I want
The Goode Wife
to go forward,
I am excited to be back working full time.
Well, I'm not sure if you call doing what you love work,
unless you factor in the ugly business of paperwork.
So with my head spinning in ideas and wants~
there are requests to do
to name a few,
I must sit down and think~
what do I want?
What do I feel I can offer?
What paths and growths do I want my work to take?
|Mrs. Munson is coming along.|
She still has a ways to go.
And so there are layers of thoughts and questions I must ask myself.
Each brings a better definition and clarity.
Just as the ink layers upon my paper
clay layers and builds up from it's armature.
I find myself going back,
to my beginning of this journey.
The love of a 1812 house held,
as sunlight filtered through the bubbled old glass
I drew the afternoon away.
Trips taken to old cemeteries...
often with lunch along in a paper sack.
The magic of a wee small pin-keep shoe
that captured my soul when I held it.
The smell of dried grass, Sweet Annie, coffee and wood smoke had and is now ever ingrained in my memory.
My dear friend and a love,
along with a vision of