A day

Sometimes churning for future events becomes overwhelming.  Had a semi-comatose day of being overwhelmed, and spent the day in and out of this world, encountering the snake who spoke to me from a corner of the dark cold room, and doing everything except the thing that needs to go out to other people.  Now I sit to focus and dispatch that task.

Yeah!! done!! time to eat, and eat well!!

On to the loom to set order to chaotic strings.

Is this the party to whom I am speaking?

mid-spring

Today's slice: resolving to be the attentive gatekeeper who allows only quality material to pass outside.  Exhausting but gratifying work to see a better product after running it through coarse then finer sieves of scrutiny.  Much sleep has been lost and the mental state is sharp - on edge, more likely.  I remind myself to respond slowly so that I don't alarm others around me.

Meanwhile the garden does not wait and has been moving at its own pace.  Daily progress appears slow but now I need to begin and finish a preparatory task before reaping and using material that comes only once a year.  How many more "once a year" events will come to me?  There is much to do with fewer seasons of time.

Knock-Knock

A stranger (yet who seemed familiar to me) seeking reception dropped in last week, and I said I would learn and carry her information for her.  Don't know why I obligated myself but this seems to be something I can do.  Will not forget the relieved look in her eyes as she recognized some affinity and mutual trust between us after I made the commitment.  Later in the week another visitor dropped by after a long absence, seeking some type of re-connection.   Interesting that what was said reflected their version of the past that was very different from what I thought was happening at the time.

Roar

No images do justice to the sea.

And our moon dances with Jupiter and its moons tonight.

Ask Alice

What do you do to ease the ache?  perhaps you drink to ease the pain? perhaps you drink to try to forget? But drinking makes you remember more. 

How do you break the cycle? 

Writing has been cathartic but memories flood back and there are times when companionship would be most welcome. Someone to share portions of life and thoughts with. 

Maybe 5 mg will help.

Abroad

for my foreign correspondents:
Yeah I took my day of leisure and went through the sacred ritual, cuz that's how we roll. Also put doughs on hold in the cooler.

This morning's sequential bakes yielded very different results - kitchen lab notes will follow with some images, perhaps.  And I read a book from one who claims not to be a writer, but a story-teller.  How true this is - laughter and tears during the morning bake, between bouts of prep and cleanup.  Going to hear some early music this afternoon.  In this region, some of the most vibrant performances are in that genre.

Need to get back to editing the material gathered by others.  Creating cohesion has been left in my hands.

Salut

Merci beaucoup, mes amis francais et russe!  A bientot.

Lur-ed

Recovery occurs when the burdens are lifted.  Or does one rise above the burden.  Are troubles lifted or does one find the orbital energy needed to escape from and break the bonds.

Some people are set and determined to be martyrs or victims.  Don't let them injure you when you sit alongside quietly.  Comes a time when it's best to leave them to gnaw at themselves.  Of course, they would be most receptive to you, when you take special notice of them.  Do they see the trail of others you tended to and moved away from once they asked more from you?

Despite the malleable state of emotions, they always come into their own.  It's a wonder to watch, especially as they share their blossoming with you.  Once they open, though, the mystery becomes mundane and ordinary.  Time to move on.

Undercurrent

He considered leaving everything he had to start anew.  The vision was so rosy and clear at the time.

A few years later, a major commitment fell away and he cast his cards in the air and a few fluttered to opportunities on another continent.  He pursued them while he notified the domestics that he was prepared to move away.

And now another rare opportunity has arisen.  This one to pursue an area of interest, not of his vocation or formal training.

He never asked for any of these - they offered themselves - he was emphatic about this.  Will anything move him from where he became comfortable?  Not likely.  He found that he could depart and return without ever leaving his chair.

Space

Silence between one sound and another.
A soak between events.
The room experienced.
A charming gap.
Growth of a garden from winter's barren chill to lush warmth of a false spring.
Leaps from the known to free-fall plunges.
A breath taken between obligations.
The hole punched in the night sky.