When Zoe was about 4 years old I told her a really simplified version of the Christian story of Easter. After I'd finished with the part about the resurrection she replied "the bears probably ate him".
Happy Easter!
:)
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
tiny recycled fiber landscape...
one of my donations to this year's Wyoming Wilderness Association's 7th Annual Miniature Art Show. It's made from trim scraps my sister sent me from her Interior Design Studio and canvas scraps from my other sister's drapery workroom. The only thing not recycled on this piece will be the frame once it comes.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
what i forgot to remember last week...
In the practice of the Way,
every day something is dropped.
Less and less do you need to force things,
until finally you arrive at non-action.
When nothing is done,
nothing is left undone.
Lao-tzu
Friday, March 8, 2013
Lamb's Teeth
blood boiling I reach
beyond myself
a contortionist
of sorts
unable to reconcile
this reptilian brain
with my heart's desire to
transcend
rage.
knowing precarious strength
i am not as i pretend to
be;
above it all
above anything, really.
i have fooled no one
not even myself.
yet the belief that there is dignity
in
kind acceptance
persists
providing only tenuous
resistance
to this geiser-ly
spectacle.
khaki shorted, sandalled
throngs
will not circle
in anticipation of such
infantilism.
for this, I am grateful.
look away,
there is no escaping
the primal degradation in life.
even the best of
intentions cannot
anthropomorphize
me.
alternative title: ode to a car salesman... :)
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