“This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell.They become half her world…
She brushed her hand over its skin. A scurry in her mind like a mouse in the ceiling, a moth on the night window.”
note: Quotations from the English Patient by Michael Ondaatje
Paths that lead, paths that keep you guessing
walking daily, devotedly, will open your eyes
exploring the Appalachian is outdoors
you can explore the indoors of your mind
imagine and create
violence and cooling of stars
a toil and a tool
“silence of departure” lingers
like dreams of white clouds
after the rain leaves at night
you sense a new arrival
“everything (is) about to arrive
the moment when you know all
and everything is decided forever”
like holding a stone to your heart
and learning its ancient stories
that will nourish a lifetime.
note: the quoted phrases are from On the Road by Jack Kerouac which I’m currently reading and enjoying.
note: sunset on Tuesday in Napa Valley,CA.
The rain descends on the woodpile
disturbing the spiders.
I stand over the bridge watching the river rises
and approach of sunset.
Fear doesn’t play with strangers,
“some question are not polite to ask.”
Is it your intuition
to disturb the universe?
“Quickly, as if she were recalled by something over there, she turned to her canvas. There it was—her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in the attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? she asked herself, taking up her brush again. She looked at the steps; they were empty; she looked at her canvas; it was blurred. With a sudden intensity, as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre. It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.”
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
note: To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, one my favorite books.
photo: when grapes are young (Saintsbury Winery,Napa Valley,CA)
“How small is the earth to him who looks from heaven.”-
quoted from: A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle.
note: old photo of Bandon by the Sea, Oregon, during one of its lowest tide of the year.