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The shape of daily life.

Sunday antics


Doing

1) eating sour cherries
2) unpacking boxes in my office and finding: old magnetic poetry, nude pregnant pictures, squeezed out tubes of paint, and a passle of blank cards
3) panting in front of the fan (it’s HOT here right now, and humid)
4) loading the truck with broken-down cardboard boxes to take to recycling
5) planning an evening […]

Things I crave right now:

1) Having paint on my fingers and making things again.
2) Splattering paint on the page & blotting a wet brush on the corner of my terry robe.
3) Sitting in a bright oval of lamplight in my new studio, stuff still in boxes everywhere, and not minding when a little paint gets on the floor.
4) Eating […]

Running in the rain

I went running for the first time today since our move six weeks ago. It felt a bit like remembering how to bike again after a long hiatus: the synchronized action of my limbs following the kinesthetic blueprint of forward motion.
I never wrote about not running the marathon, but I didn’t, and it made […]

“The moon, Mama!”

The smell of chocolate cake baking makes me heady. My friend’s birthday is this weekend, and I’ve spent the evening whipping frothy egg whites, melting dark chocolate and licking my fingers.
The house is quiet, in that way houses get at the end of the day when everything is put in it’s place and children are […]

Pleasure


Upon arrival

Sun drunk, I remember how much I love the ocean. To be pounded over and over by salt water, to feel sand, rife with shells under my feet. In the back yard, a pond with possible alligators, ibis, herons. On the beach, sea turtle tracks like swirving half moons up the sand, marking the way […]

Mapping home

It’s been a busy week: tumbling through these strange days of weaning, unpacking, and packing all over again for vacation. The fact that I’m not necessarily an organized person flares up in times like these, and I find myself circling the house every morning looking for my hairbrush, or trying yet again to remember the […]

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