(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something beautiful the morning light was wondrous to behold today something new I did a Pilates class for the first time in about six years this evening. 45 minutes of movement, each motion seemingly benign as an individual component. I know it will wreak havoc with parts of my […]
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nothing much happened (03)
(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something that surprised me there was a fabulously dressed elderly woman standing on a bench in britomart square being photographed around 1pm today. the abstract-face-print felted hat, the bright orange blazer and the pleated check shirt had me enamoured. i wonder what the shoot was for and whether i […]
poems for a pandemic
a handful of poems – some old favourites and some new – that have taken on new meaning these days… Abundance by Amy Schmidt It’s impossible to be lonely when you’re zesting an orange. Scrape the soft rind once and the whole room fills with fruit. Look around: you have more than enough. Always have. […]
09.01.2020
+++ Spiderweb From other angles the fibers look fragile, but not from the spider’s, always hauling coarse ropes, hitching lines to the best posts possible. It’s heavy work everyplace, fighting sag, winching up give. It isn’t ever delicate to live. Kay Ryan (2010. via Matthew Ogle’s daily “Pome” email list) +++ i pause to consider […]
today’s permission slips
you don’t have to read (or like) any of the booker prize winning novels you don’t have to talk about politics. or make any excuses whatsoever for not talking about politics you don’t have to give a reason for saying no you get to decide what’s important for you. give yourself permission to do that […]