Yes, this is eucalyptus bathed in morning sun. What a glow. Or perhaps it's the buzz of insects unseen but present. Does it matter? What does matter? Simple seeing. Simple cooking. Simple writing. Simple, yes.
I'm not one to question, the vacant room says to me as i enter some chamber of my other life. beautiful you, the picture says, and i know at that moment that is the title of the book i will write this summer. i am gathering the pictures, the letters, the journals, the memories, the pain, the pretense, all that she meant for no one else can or will do it. i'm not even going to stop and ask why, it just has to be started, that's all. just thinking about the amount i have collected and written down is enough to stall the project, but i must go on. someone has to do it, really. I wish it were simple. maybe it is. yes, celebrating something, whatever it is--grace, redemption, failure, progeny--never a lost cause.
"blue shutters, rain on the ivy, the gigantic orbit of a day."
I'm not one to question, the vacant room says to me as i enter some chamber of my other life. beautiful you, the picture says, and i know at that moment that is the title of the book i will write this summer. i am gathering the pictures, the letters, the journals, the memories, the pain, the pretense, all that she meant for no one else can or will do it. i'm not even going to stop and ask why, it just has to be started, that's all. just thinking about the amount i have collected and written down is enough to stall the project, but i must go on. someone has to do it, really. I wish it were simple. maybe it is. yes, celebrating something, whatever it is--grace, redemption, failure, progeny--never a lost cause.
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1983, cut flowers, sf, ca