It's So Close I Can Hear It Whispering To Me

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.

~Billy Collins

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

Rain Room by Random International from Gramafilm on Vimeo.

 

 

Finally, everything about this next one makes me happy.  I especially like the gentleman who sits to watch with his children at the 1:05 mark.  

 

A beautiful way to start this glorious Friday. 

Comments

[magpie]

tina -
thanks so much for your kind words about my snow farm book.
i suspect you found me through maryann moss. she's SUCH an inspiration and a wonderful connector of people.

magpie (aka judy)