Perfectly Normal

Thursday 27 May 2021

the day was just another day

and then something stopped.

something else began.

    Eliza Minot, The Tiny One

godspeed

Third in a Series

Each Moment Undertaken
Simply for Its Own Self
1.75 x 5" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and collage
abstract
2021

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch!

The Sweep

When I lived in the Netherlands, the folks in my neighborhood in the Hague swept their front paths and the sidewalk space in front of their homes regularly, with purpose and pride, keeping those walkways fresh, clean, and inviting.

So it is when I sleep. In the night, great sweeping takes place. The tracks of one day are swept away. I wake to the fresh, clean, inviting spaciousness of a new day and step into it.

Today, already—

a walk before dawn, 

rain pattering on my umbrella, 

a vast puddle, deeper than perceived, that only gets deeper as I aim to step out of it!,

nascent Japanese maple leaves kissing brand-new dogwood blossoms in Betty's shade garden,

the tying of red ribbon around a gift,

the sweet-tart pop of blueberries for breakfast.

We Are Going to Start Dealing With Feelings

by Deciding, Once and for All, To Just Do It

1.75 x 5" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and collage
abstract
2021