Monday, March 18, 2013
I have been collecting scraps of thread, yarn and fabric all winter long and saving them in this suet container. It is a wonderful wad of color. The birds will pluck from it to make their nests and I will be watching and waiting. Watching and waiting for spring. The colors will appear in their nests and I will have become a part of their lives.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
In the morning, I find myself, over and over again - or maybe I find myself anew. Maybe, each day, I am a different person, just born out of sleep and dreams. I never tire of the mornings, even when I am tired. Sleep does not come easily for me but mornings do. Possibility is alive and percolating, like a morning cup of coffee. Dark and rich and hot - until the sun rises. I am usually awake then. It is rare that the sun rises before I do. Afterwards, I can sometimes go back to sleep. I have witnessed the dawn of another day and am content. I made it this far….