Saturday October 10, 2009
feelin’ it
Some Grinch stole spring, and instead of strawberries, cotton skirts and sunshine we have earthquakes, snow and dead lambs.
Ugh.
I was rambling around the library yesterday looking for something to call out to me and I saw a Jolie Holland CD called ‘Springtime can kill you’. Indeed. I’m listening to it now. It’s a goodie.
I also found a book about Andy Goldsworthy which lifted up my flagging heart. I love art made from nature, in nature, made not to endure but for the moment. The sand mandala. Guerilla art messages chalked onto footpaths. It’s all part of the same continum. The message is the same, too. ‘Stop! Pay attention! Wake up!’
Go look here for some lovely examples of impermanent art made from natural things. (I am rather addicted to Flickr’s new Gallery feature.)
I’ve got self-seeded poppies popping up in my vegetable garden, but as soon as they bloom this terrible unsettled weather blows the petals off them. Boo! So they are more impermanent than they ought to be.
I’m posting too many garden photos lately, I know, but plants are my friends and the green the wild and the unfurling is where I go for a bit of healing. There is so much going on for me lately that I can’t share it with you because to begin to kind of express it would shove me over the edge of a precipice into a canyon of mess so big I am scared I would not know how to climb back out. Bear with me.
Bare within me.
Be bare with me.