Dan's cap

here's a great specimen of that patina that I love so much : well-used, worn, suited to most every purpose of our daily lives, familiar, welcoming.

this is my husband's hat. his birthday is next week.
he, too, has acquired that patina --
and radiates its underlying magical charm
compelling me to reach for him again and again.

many
happy
returns.

tools of the trade

(no matter what your chosen art...)


to never lose sight of the elegance within
those daily companions;
their fit of form and function;
their fidelity.

I owe them my best effort when wielding their power to transform!

broken turtle

there are myths describing the world being 
carried on the back of a turtle... 

weed root

It is mid-May
already.
Should I save my dismay for something else?
I had such plans for my garden this year.
It was going to become a clearer idea
of itself (at least.) Easier to glimpse its promise, the rewards of my hard work and intentions.
But
the weeds have come.
They have over-run some
of my best vignettes --

Because I am in the studio working against
a deadline of futility.
hanging between
hopelessness and the need for hopelessness.

Will I ever again love my life?