Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Monday, January 17, 2011
|chickadee dee dee|
|female golden crowned kinglet: tricky little feet, a flash of feather|
|what it looks like here of late|
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
mackenzie: "are you having a quarter life crisis in my car right now?"
me: "probably. every year this time i freak out about the next year. i want to make decisions when i am ready to make them, not 9 months ahead of time."
Friday, January 7, 2011
I have an image of desire:
driving through the Palouse after being
east a while. The barren landscape
and the flawless hills like the curve of hips.
This land between east and west,
ponderosa and hemlock.
Dry air and a blue expanse—
the shade of my childhood bedroom.
All those afternoons spent staring
at walls. I never saw the color as “sky”
until the Palouse. This region between
love and unlove. I know what I want.
I know when I want something I cannot haveI am merely missing you.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
|part one: many lazy christmas days spent cuddling with these two|
|and hanging out with these lovely ladies in fancy wear|
|(she only comes back from paris once in a while)|
|part two: driving to idaho for new years at the crack of dawn|
|to take it eeezzz :)|
|and enjoy the scene in all it's glitz and glam|
|and scout for gyrfalcon|
|and tromp through the snowy meadow until my feet froze!|
|part 3: back at home, back at work, tired to the bones. but so very worth it.|