As much as I’ve loved the winter rain, dripping trees, and bright moss forming on the bluff out back I need more to stretch out in the sun. To move around under a blaze of yellow and blue.
84 degrees worth of bone soaking warmth today. I drove all the way home with the windows down. I had forgotten the feel of warm wind on skin.
The remnants of sickness still holding on in my throat and sinuses, but today felt hopeful.
Went looking for sandals after school and came home with plates. So beautiful! Who could resist?
If you ever come for dinner at Moss Cottage you might recoil at my densely patterned plates.
But not the bowls. Who doesn’t need a nice deep bowl to lap milk out of? I haven’t bought bowls in years and years. The truth is I needed them more than sandals. The truth is I didn’t even make it to the shoe department. The dishes got me first.
In addition to feeling physically sick the last couple of weeks I’ve been completely drained of creative energy. I almost posted this photo the other day instead of the sanitorium. See that stagnant puddle of water there? My visual journal is underneath that. Somewhere…
Eventually I’ll fish it out and get it up to the surface. More than you hate coming here and not finding anyone home, I hate not being here. So thanks for all the comments and emails when I’ve had so little to leave out for you.
Last year at this time I was full of vim and vigor. Among other things, I made valentine mailart. The photo in the piece below is yours truly being held by Papa Moss.
Looking at the photos of mailart that is long gone seems like just the right elixir.
Slowly I’m being pulled back into the world of ideas.