I love Sunday. It feels like such a big day. Hours and hours spread out like a buffet. There’s time for reading and writing and looking up strange but true facts about places you’ll visit soon. Cutting self-portrait stencils that look nothing like yourself. (this is what happens when you’re impatient and cut from a photograph that hasn’t been altered first)
Making a mess on the art table.
Walking to the neighbors to take pictures of their giant cactus buds that are ready to burst open any day now.
Talking to your sister on the phone while she makes bisquits and gravy.
She’s been busy in her visual journal too.
Reading a good poem.
When things got hard
I used to drive and keep on driving—
once to North Carolina
once to Arizona—
I’m through with all that now, I hope.
The last time was years ago.
But oh, how I would drive
and keep on driving!
The universe around me
all well in my control;
anything I wanted on the radio,
the air blasting hot or cold;
sobbing as loudly as I cared to sob,
screaming as loudly as I needed to scream.
I would live on apples and black coffee,
shower at truck stops,
sleep curled up
in the cozy back seat I loved.
The last time, I left at 3 a.m.
By New York state,
I stopped screaming;
I stopped sobbing;
by the time I pulled into Flagstaff
I was thinking
about the Canyon,
I was so empty.
Thinking about the canyon
I sat on the rim at dawn,
let all the colors fill me.
It was cold. I saw my breath
like steam from a soup pot.
I saw small fossils in the gravel.
I saw how much world there was
how much darkness
could be swept out
by the sun.
This one’s by Nancy Henry, from Our Lady of Let’s All Sing.
Going HERE and taking a virtual trip to Paris.
And…finally. Listening to this song about 10 times. You better GO HERE NOW and have yourself a listen.
Nancy A. Henry says
Your journals and photos knock me out and I love that you posted my poem. Blessings!
ro bruhn says
Love your and your sister’s journals, they are similar but both have their own distinct style.
Lisa Hoffman says
Lawdy, Lawdy!…nothing like a Mika Video to lift the spirits. I bought this cd last week when my Brit Music Pal commanded me to go and grab it. Hey, my son’s name is Micah and he looks a heck-of-alot like his Brit namesake.
How can you NOT just dance and smile?
Biscuits and Gravy are the best thing ever.,
Oh, and i loved the poem
patty van dorin says
When I grab the keys, I only make it about 2 hours out, guess I don’t have much screaming to do.
So far “Best Friends” by Martha Moody is turning out to be a good read.
oh yes…Sunday’s are the best, wish they lasted 48 hours….
thank you for the mini vacation to Paris.
Judy Wise says
I’m not done. Itchy finger fired off comment before brain was fully engaged. I also want to say FABULOUS PAGES and OH THEM BISCUITS and wow, what a beautiful poem. hee hee hee (we gonna visit. hee hee hee)
Judy Wise says
Thanks for the “big girl” video. I needed some uplift after a big piggie feast right before bed last night. Now I just feel BEAUTIFUL!
Gwen Delmore says
you are going to love Judy Wise! I wish I could be there, too. She is so cool and so fun!
Have a great time in P-land and Astoria, it is a very pretty town.
Carol Mulvenon says
What does blog etiquette have to say about me answering a question posted on YOUR blog. But I Must! I Must! Biscuits and gravy in the “technical” sense is a gravy made from the drippings of sausages you fry up in a nice heavy pan. Place the sausages on top of the hot home-made biscuits. Ladle the gravy over it all, nice and thick now mind you. Pour yourself a glass of milk AND a cup of coffee and set yourself down at a counter and girl you go after that plate with a fork and heaven help the person who tries to talk to you or get in your way. That is the technical definition. In reality it is an infusion of memory and love and the most soul satisfying thing you ever wrapped your lips around.
How’s that for an answer sister?
sarah the kiwigirl says
I so love it when you post your art journal photo’s….but a kiwi girl has to ask….what are biscuits and gravy???
Yummy post. Love the poem, and that’s a very catchy tune. The video, however, looks to me like it was from 20 yrs ago…hard to believe it’s new! 🙂