The weekend that is. A slow wide open two days. Jewels on the horizon those days are. I have plans for a leisurely daytrip to a favorite town,with stops in an art store, a beautiful yarn store, a delicious lunch, ideas for making a journal for an upcoming trip a la Mary Ann, and if I'm lucky, a bit of painting. I'm already hearing the whispers of the next weekend too. 4 luxurious days stretching out before me. 4 days of music, reading, making with a dash of travel prep thrown in for excitement.
Today I share a few bits of beauty and magic. A poem, a room full of rain, and an orchestral flash mob.
I Go Back To The House For A Book
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the doctor's office, and while I am inside, running the finger of inquisition along a shelf, another me that did not bother to go back to the house for a book heads out on his own, rolls down the driveway, and swings left toward town, a ghost in his ghost car, another knot in the string of time, a good three minutes ahead of me — a spacing that will now continue for the rest of my life.
Isnt' that just delicious? "...another knot in the string of time..." What a line. The imagery, ghost selves, echoes of your intentions out there in world. Ahhh! I love the way Billy Collins mind works.
Now the rain. If was on the east coast I'd be standing in line this weekend to see this installation at MoMA
"Youexpected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally; but it was frightening that it had nearly failed. " ~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Unseasonably warm weather, beauty bursting forth, new juicy flavors (I'm quite done with winter fruits), choosing vegetable starts, garage saleing, planting, reading in the sun, ice cream, bare feet, cold soups, dreams of summer.
I've a rare day off from the day job and I've already started on the making. Today will be filled with stitching, delicious food, more stitching, gluing, more delicious food, and if I'm lucky, a bit of thrifting.
Bringing in the new year with breakfast for dinner and sipping chocolate with a homemade marshmallow. Setting the tone for the coming year. A bit of the comfortable but unexpected and a bit indulgence. Cheers!
I'm working on a project for Tending The Fire (http://www.nurturearts.com), the art project my friends Gwen, Celeste and I are developing. If you haven't visited me over there stop on by. I have a feeling you'll love it.
And so the shortest day came, and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. ... They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us - listen! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome Yule!