...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
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Ambitious, of course, to call a post 'One' on the first day of the year as if there would be a post 365 at some point.
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Sweet (sometimes complex) Christmas days have passed.
Origami and piano notes, domino dinosaurs and terrorizing geese, snow bunny and a kind of awkward music night. Em here with us and it has been really relaxing and good. I am amazed at her focus and gifts.
most memorable thing - going out to the car for stockings. stopped dead in my tracks when I looked up... Huge and filling up half of the sky almost the amazing, perfect ring around the moon on Christmas night - bigger and vaster than any I'd ever seen. The moon and Jupiter inside - and there the sky a deep dark circle and outside the perfect ring - solid fog so the impression was of a huge, auspicious eye, I guess, or an opening, possibility and promise. We stared in awe arm in arm, for as long as we could. Beauttful and literally awe- some. Almost eclipse like in scale. Fabulous.
I'll take that for my New Year as my NY was a bust. No dancing date. No pretty dress. No nothin but a flu.
Today, also, quiet, quiet. Also, okay. Some attempt at pulling together "Lifeguard" - first goal of the year - to get the books out.
Or... to get rid of this bug.
So what then? What dreams may come.
It is amazing how we tolerate the utter opacity of the future.
i have a tin horse on my tree. A tin whale. A tin heart
Origami fleurs linked. Red hearts. White lights. Red cranberries.
Won't have it for long, I guess.
But it's been a good, sweet and slow Christmas season and for now I will just sit some more and just look at the lights.
And the whale. And the horse.
And my new crystal flute.
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