life comes in clusters: May Sarton

I call them rhythms ebbs and flows of days- moments even- solitude; busy-ness company; quite alone. not just days and moments either- weeks months and years. it is all rhythm clusters~ Life comes in clusters and autumn, the fall of leaves the falling away of long days...

this is merely the skin of who I am~

50. It’s coming fast. Some days its bothersome-in the way this modern culture has taught it to be- getting old~             Most days it just is, though. And when I let it be, and let me be in it, it is a tool      ...

The Importance of what I do~

I don’t know. Maybe I never will. But it feels real…. what I do….importance. I say I get to and I mean this               I get to! but I also have to. I’ve learned this this year I have to. It is for this if...

there is the one~

There is the one talking little, departing without preamble, not asking anything other than what comes and yet, giving so much; sometimes more than all others combined through her silent, observant presence~             There is the one...

we thirst at first~

As I write this I am 10,000 feet over Florence on the way to Paris. The sun is just rising over the wings of the plane-feeding my growling senses with beauty and awe.  Paris I’m told wont be easy; I see the airport only, and this for just one hour before...