december 29 : the heart of the thing

the kitchen was my room of choice.
was in there all day.

...seems terribly appropriate, now,
as the kitchen is mostly considered the heart of the home, hmm?

i washed walls.
and baseboards.
cleaned under the fridge.
(along with all the more usual stuff, of course.)
I s'pose that hearing about scrubbin' and organizing isn't very exciting or inspiring.
but sometimes it is
s o u l - w o r k
you know?
it's like
clearin' a path for the sublime.

what that means to me in practical terms
is that there is room
for impromptu Everythings--
plays
and forts
and taking up every square inch of the kitchen floor with a project.
or many projects.

I was thinking about this a lot.
about making room for Spirit.

and that in making room for things,
even for a heretic like me,
we can clear a path
for such things as Hope,
and Grace.
but we'll save those thoughts for another time.

[waves hand] don't mind me.
we've got a girl's moontime,
a blizzard blowin' outside,
end of the year contemplations,
and winter-time introspections.
these sort of thoughts, then, are bound to fly about.
all that's missin' is a glass of wine and a fire in the hearth....

there was Art Class.
doesn't matter that she was the only one there.
was satisfying, just the same, she said.

Lost Cities

stilts



Rumis

an' all through Teaser and the Firecat (know who?)
an'
The Best Of (leonard cohen)
there were smiles
an' sighs,
an' dinner.


and snow
and snuggles and love.

well - gush and mush is a part of life around here, too,
sometimes, i spose.

all is well.

blessings to you.