“I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me.
I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns.
I am rooted, but I flow.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Waves)
My hands are becoming busier now that Spring has settled in.
Gardening. Soil underneath my nails I carefully clean pots that have set out all winter. Huge planters must be emptied, cleaned, oiled and prepared for this year’s flowers and herbs. I’ll do a few outdoor tasks then come inside to clean up, carefully washing my hands, digging soil out from beneath fingernails and applying lotion or cream or oil. Rest up, hydrate, talk to my husband. Then, it’s time to put my hands back to work chopping, mixing, preparing the evening meal. One hand holds a glass of wine while the other stirs vegetables in a cast iron skillet. We eat what was prepared and talk about our day. Then, time to clean up, hands dipped into hot, soapy water. A final grand show of their abilities – washing, rinsing, drying and putting away. Clean the counters.
Hands are such wonders, aren’t they? I am rooted, but I flow daily with Gratitude for my hands.
Happy birthday to Spike Lee!
This morning I watched gaggles of geese and braces of ducks flying north. They skimmed the water and they soared high in the sky. Spring is definitely coming. You can feel it in the air, see it in the storm clouds, and more importantly smell it in the earth. Flowers are popping up – dandelions, daffodils, snowdrops, crocus, wildflowers. I keep my wildflowers for the bees and butterflies. No chemicals on my lawn – only compost. Compost and love.
I was welcomed back yesterday! Thank you so much! Since I know people are reading me I’ll not be gloomy, but the occasional moody picture is a thing of love for me. So, I’m back!
Here I am again. I’m still at the beach, going through multiple … things. Like everyone else. However, I’ve not yet figured out what I’m going to do with all this stuff. All these multiple things. Blogging seems to be calling me.
So I’m back trying to figure out how this new WordPress works. The advantage now is that no one here knows me so I can kinda bitch about things. That, plus none of my immediate family follows anything that I do. I could have a gallery exhibit in the Louvre and they couldn’t care less. My soul is gloomy today just like the photo above. Gloomy Soul. Maybe I should rename my blog Gloomy Soul. Kinda catchy. So I’ll close and see how tomorrow goes. Thanks for reading.