settlers peace

Progress

As promised, I have been getting some things done around the house.  However, nothing of photo worthiness.  As I was trying to decide what to tackle first, I happened to open the dreaded junk drawer.  We are lucky enough to have an antique railroad counter as a breakfast bar, that just so happens to have 4 drawers in it, and everyone of them has turned into a junk drawer of sorts.  It seemed like a pretty good place to start, and I must admit that they are looking pretty good. 

I have to share the words to the song "Almost Home" by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Saw my life this morning, lying at the bottom of the drawer.

All this stuff I'm saving, God knows what this junk is for.

And whatever I believed in, this is all I have to show,

What the hell were all the reasons for holding on for such dear life, here's where I let go.

Chorus

I'm not running, I'm not hiding, I not reaching, I just resting in the arms of the great wide open, gonna pull myself in, and I'm almost home.

And I saw you this morning, you were staring back at me.

From an ancient photograph, stuck between some letters and some keys.

I was lost for a moment, in the ache of old goodbyes.  Sometimes all that we can know is, there's no such thing as no regrets, but baby it's alright.

Chorus.

We visited an art show this weekend and I did buy a painting, hopefully the sun is out tomorrow and I'll get a nice picture of it to share with you.  It's a lovely still life of a spring bouquet!  Just what I was looking for.  May peace be in your days and drawers!

A Day of Sharing Words

Today is a day of sharing words, poetry and all that we hold dear.  You can visit LK Ludwigs blog to visit the list of others that are participating.  I am going to share a poem that has helped me in so many way to come to accept the person that I am and that I am becoming.  It has hung in my art room for many, many years.

Finding Her Here  

I am becoming the woman I've wanted,

grey at the temples,

soft body, delighted,

cracked up by life

with a laugh that's known bitter

but, past it, got better,

knows she's a survivor-

that whatever comes,

she can outlast it.

I am becoming a deep weathered basket.

I am becoming the woman I've longed for,

the motherly lover

with arms strong and tender,

the growing up daughter 

who blushes surprises.

I am becoming full moons and sunrises.

I find her becoming,

this woman I've wanted,

who knows she'll encompass,

who knows she's sufficient,

knows where she's going

and travels with passion.

Who remembers she's precious,

but knows she's not scarce-

who knows she is plenty, 

plenty to share.

 Jayne Relaford Brown

I'd also like to share one of my all-time favorite cd's.  I hope that you can find it somewhere, I bought it in 1995 when the movie The Postman (IL Postino) came out ( it's the soundtrack).

The lovely part is that the first half of the cd is of poetry readings by famous artists, reading a collection of poetry by Pablo Neruda.  The poetry readings are not part of the motion picture, just in case you are thinking of renting it.  It has the power to completely change my day and put me in a peaceful state of pure bliss and creativity.  The music is transporting, as well.

Have a blessed day absorbed in words.