How did I not see this one before seven days had passed...???
Love the two brothers, the silo, the meat drop, your painting!
November 10th it is, already, yet me still not ready to write or paint.
Frozen, paralyzed, crippled?
Just...emptied?
The soaring and glorious dreams of old are not vanquished. Just...hiding.
I'm sooooo glad to see you writing again!
Violin, theater, gourmet cooking, poetry, painting, improv, Maureen's jazz club (so much farther away now),
Oh! I meant to share this with you somewhere (email, a new post)?
Pain and grief and busy hands.
Keep moving; keep your hands moving;
If you move them; knitting, cooking, painting, playing or sinking them into the ground, you send care signs to the deepest part of you and your soul lights up because you’re paying attention to it ...
Think of babies: they start to know the world through the touch of their hands.
If you look at the hands of old people, they tell you more about their life then any body part.
Everything that is done by hand is said to be done with the heart. Because it’s really like this: hands and heart are connected.
There's more... too much for this little box.... maybe email.
Wishing you peace and joy -!
Although I can't sustain the state of freewrite being for very long right now, I do feel I come out of my stupor for a few minutes. Maybe writers need to keep the words flowing, just as you are doing with these comments. That poem you left me yesterday (thank you!) was spectacular!