just a little sketchbookery from the last week or so.
i’ll be stationed here at moss cottage for the next couple of weeks until my next and last getaway before my life as a working stiff resumes. i turned in my “reporting for duty” form today. no clue where i’ll be posted as of yet when mid-january rolls around, but my roald dahl books are at the ready.
ideas of beach time are still simmering in my head. HERE’s a short little ocean video i put together. nothing fancy. just the water. but possibly happy-making for those of you who are land-locked and need a wave fix.
ann left the most beautiful poem in the comments of my last post. i’ve read it aloud to the cat posse several times. i share it here because i think it is so very fine. and also i think you’ll appreciate it more than they. i pasted a copy in my journal. and will pen a copy into my sketchbook tonight. ann subscribes to rosemerry’s daily poetry practice and i think i will too. thanks ann!
i do enjoy your generous contributions and good thoughts that you share here. keep ’em coming.
Wild Rose Takes a Spin
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Let other people drive on the road.
Wild Rose takes the invisible exit off the bridge,
drives up the suspender cable, launches
from the tower and aims her hood toward the skyline.
She does not stop to peek in city windows.
There is nothing indoors that excites her.
Past the late-night accountants, past
the office affairs, past the dark sullen rooms—
she steps on the gas and takes a right
toward the lopsided moon. She doesn’t care
if she gets there. All she knows is there’s
a tank full of pluck and the night is playing
the only song she wants to sing. It feels
good, the song, as it swerves off her lips.
The tune tastes of freedom, of tree-ripened plums,
of a long, long way still to go.
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in the spirit of sharing, i found a blog i really like. maybe you will too…? julie zickefoose.
see you soon!
Sometimes one actually forgets just what the Pacific really feels like, and then, you see it suddenly and it’s ‘yes’ – love love love that ocean.
Oh my! Love the pear, the peregrine, the pomegranate, the poem, julies blog post. deer is my spirit animal. You’ve taken us on some mighty fine trips this time Ms. Moss. But then they all have been. I’m sure you’ll get a fine assignment and the kiddos will be all the better for it!
I miss her Mary Ann (the pacific) and being presented with a way to see her again and in such beautiful light…making my heart do a wee pitter patter dance in my chest. Unabashed love. Always enjoy seeing your journal pages and whatever creative mischief you are up too. I sure hope you get a good placement so I will keep everything crossed for you in the meantime. huggers
Ah, love the ocean music. Love your sketched shore birds. Have long loved Julie’s writing.
Really like that poem — thanks!
I love the video, Mary Ann. We go to sleep to that sound every night b/c my husband has tinnitus can’t sleep without the white noise. As usual, love your photos and drawings!
I can see why you love that poem. It is you!!
Loved the video, perfect timing as we received our first big snow of the season today! And the poem, love it! Thank you for sharing
Deb
Loved your beach video and sent it on to Lynn in Colorado, who misses the Pacific.
Thanks also for the new blog link, you were right, Julie’s blog fits right in with my comfort zone.
j is me. ;op