not all longings linger as long as their markers and memories

not all longings linger as long as their markers and memories

i cannot even imagine going

i cannot even imagine going
west
to reach the waters..
this is my home,

With the passing of winter i dare not forget

with the passing of winter i dare not
forget
how i felt months prior : upon that patio -
in that chair -
-on the edge. i still remember
all of those words
you pretend never did exist-
how does it feel, ? how does it feel, ? i admit that i know how it feels ---
remember instead of forgetting

millions of minions couldnt keep me safe

millions of minions couldnt keep me safe

The Quilt Project - Redwork

A sneak peak at a work in progress for The Quilt Project which the lovely kootoyoo has organized. There's also a blog here
upon completion this shall be fllying to australia!
 I'm working off of the ferns I drew and made into stamps



There's also a flickr group with works in progress being posted, such great things are coming of this!

Everythings Which Breaks Cannot be Mended

everything which breaks cannot be mended

Those Dreams Of The Sea, Thoughts Of Away

those dreams of the sea
,thoughts of away

Like mail?
REAL mail. Snail Mail.
You know, alongside the junk mail and bills..
Whens the last time something real came in the mail?
For you - (that you didn't order off a website)
send me your physical home address and little birds with brown twine fastened into bows shall arrive with blessings & abundance
send addresses to me at: earthdaylotus@yahoo.com

I Know Better,

i know better
now
,than to trust that you'll meet me
if even half-way.

we do not touch, though we know

we do not touch, though we know

too much in the prior time have the delicate &adored falled away

too much in the prior time have the delicate
&adored fallen away.
i keep a distance,

certainly --
usually, tooclose.

Etsy Update

Etsy

together /\ though apart

together /\ though apart

- still -

as things shall grow,
we shall change,
grow
mend into one
once again:home.

i have these dreams where i flee

i have these dreams where i flee
not of a place,
nor a person -
but of a time
,all of those moments prior to these

we ran down that hill with our picnic

we ran down that hill with our picnic
,ate our bruised berries & drank only half our refreshments
-the rest pouring over onto our shoes
thank you rain, for bringing us movement so quick and moments so tender.

it is the collective ,in the end

it is the collective
,in the end
which makes up all .
even that which is no longer
present with us

let us press our hands and noses to the cold glass

let us press our hands and noses to the cold glass
have with me                          ,a moment to give greetings to the morning ;mother of all things large and tiny

as we grow i have learned to be one

as we grow
i have learned to be one

..without fail though
i have turned back ;to look
&lack to see how things were

before

we hold on,yet

we hold on,yet
give up
all in the same moments

let us golet us go

let us go - let us go
&find new ways
places known to us  \  home
quite corners in all of what they have
taken,.transformed

gentle;quiet

gentle;quite
speak so one can hear
all of which should remain
:secret

and without sudden movements
any place close to light
can become a house or home.

Etsy Update

planting - carving - collecting

 

as i spend my days

As i spend my days