one day a dove perched on the ledge
of my fountain. he balanced
trying over and over to get
a sip of water, never realizing
the water line was too low to reach.
but he didn't seem to mind.
it's a bird quality: try again.
i'll remember that as i write:
perch on the ledge,
bend over, fall in.
published in onthebus
my friend lorraine said that the clearing and
decluttering process i have been into these last
two weeks is like a cleansing. it has also been an opportunity
to remember and revisit dusty former parts of myself.
i found this poem i wrote. i could substitute paint for write.
so i have wandered into another medium utilizing the same process.
i took an afternoon off to paint.
i was delighted with what came to me.
posting with paint party friday
and weekly hostesses kristin and eva
sending you best wishes for a lovely weekend.
X O X O