I am the bird that flutters against your window in the morning, and your closest friend, whom you can never know, blossoms that light up for the blind.
I am the glacier shining over the woods, so pale, and heavy voices from the cathedral tower. The thought that suddenly hits you in the middle of the day and makes you feel so fantastically happy.
I am the one you have loved for many years. I walk beside you all day and look intently at you and put my mouth against your heart though you're not aware of it.
I am your third arm, and your second shadow, the white one, whom you cannot accept, and who can never forget you. ~Rolf Jacobsen
his toys have grown in size as an adult ...still no Harley Davidson though
Has Anyone Seen The Boy?
Has anyone seen the boy who used to come here? Round-faced trouble-maker, quick to find a joke, slow to be serious, red shirt, perfect coordination,sly, strong muscled, with things always in his pocket: reed flute, worn pick, polished and ready for his Talent you know that one. Have you heard stories about him? Pharoah and the whole Egyptian world collapsed for such a Joseph. I'd gladly spend years getting word of him, even third or fourth hand. ~Rumi
macro-day entry Toys
odd to see my hands in this... to know they have lost the callouses from the base of my fingers... the days of training 17-24 people and handling weights all day...are gone, along with the roughness, on all levels... what has taken it's place is infinately more fulfilling .. the grace of working individually and in pairs ...seeing the progression and changes ..and having the time to notice and see my hands as pink and soft
macro-day entry Pink
not much time to take photos or post this month... frustrating, however... once all is said and done, I will have new stuff to post with all the traveling that is happening
He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven ~WB Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
pxite entry Darkness
posted by ms_seuss @ 7:17 PM