Dream shaped clouds
Nightbreak and dayfall
These are our days
These are our only days
Why do we get bored
with the magic of life?
Friday, April 08, 2005
nightbreak
Dream shaped clouds
Nightbreak and dayfall
These are our days
These are our only days
Why do we get bored
with the magic of life?
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Sunday morning
Sunday morning. Rising with the sun. Reading June. "Behind the story I tell is the one I don't. Behind the story you hear is the one I wish I could make you hear."
Remembering Leipzig. The trip to this once forbidden part of the same country. Finding a picture of Leipzig in the mail. Sent by one of the friends who was part of the trip. A view from the flat that was ours for some days. A view I had missed.
Walking to the bakery. Passing a single red tulip on the way. Fragile it stands on its own, on the side of the street. No fence, nothing to protect it. Still it reached the point of flowering.
In the bakery, a grandma and her grandson. Buying rolls. "We don't eat here, or on the way," the grandma explains the concept of breakfast in a modern day family. "We go home, wake your mum, and your uncle, and then we all sit down at the table."
On the way back, church bells ringing eight o'clock, and on. Filling the street with vibrations that almost feel liquid. At the porch, a black bird with an orange beak, staying until I am a step away. Then she takes wing, and flies up to the roof, to see the street in a view I will keep missing.
Remembering Leipzig. The trip to this once forbidden part of the same country. Finding a picture of Leipzig in the mail. Sent by one of the friends who was part of the trip. A view from the flat that was ours for some days. A view I had missed.
Walking to the bakery. Passing a single red tulip on the way. Fragile it stands on its own, on the side of the street. No fence, nothing to protect it. Still it reached the point of flowering.
In the bakery, a grandma and her grandson. Buying rolls. "We don't eat here, or on the way," the grandma explains the concept of breakfast in a modern day family. "We go home, wake your mum, and your uncle, and then we all sit down at the table."
On the way back, church bells ringing eight o'clock, and on. Filling the street with vibrations that almost feel liquid. At the porch, a black bird with an orange beak, staying until I am a step away. Then she takes wing, and flies up to the roof, to see the street in a view I will keep missing.
Friday, April 01, 2005
day one, chapter two
I started my new job today. With a lot of support and encouragement from my friends and family. After so many years of working for myself, on my own terms, I plug in my iPod and take the subway to the financial district, take the elevator to the 21st floor, and sit at a desk all day. It's not quite that dreary--but during the company meeting, I had to fight an instinct to flee.
In fact it's sunny and the people are relaxed, with lots of lovely Irish accents. My products are fun. The woman I work for is passionate and idealistic and warm. They even have decent tea. I like the mile walk to and from the train--I found three lucky pennies today and wished on all of them.
We'll see how I'm feeling on day 50 and what the future holds, but this is the mood of the moment. Uncertain, a bit panicky, but occasionally quite pleased.
In fact it's sunny and the people are relaxed, with lots of lovely Irish accents. My products are fun. The woman I work for is passionate and idealistic and warm. They even have decent tea. I like the mile walk to and from the train--I found three lucky pennies today and wished on all of them.
We'll see how I'm feeling on day 50 and what the future holds, but this is the mood of the moment. Uncertain, a bit panicky, but occasionally quite pleased.
morning image
golden shafts of morning sun
gild the passage
of children off to school
with thanks to Do
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