Little Things

 

Walking to the river is my quotidian proclimation

A morning with flashes of sharp breeze and exaggerated cloud formations

A fugitive or a caged bird

Life, a quilt floating in time, fertile and vulnerable

Always lacking in certainty

Piecing  parcels together fuels the effort

Ages I scale are experiences of different personalities

Each stage has its own expressions and demands:

Writing, cooking, doing laundry—little  things, mundane and sacred

The progression, a knowing like I felt everything

Fishemen, artists, lactating mothers, even geniuses

Want to live a real life of home.

from the sea

paddling the boat home
untangling lobsters from the basket
for dinner

hotel’s little library

This past weekend Mrs. Abstract and I stayed in Union Inn Hotel built in 1880 in Volcano, Amador County,CA.

The hotel has a small well library. I found a wonderful book, Home, written by Beth Powing.

“ It was November, our first autumn in the farm. The ground was frozen, there were white crystals in the black ice on the end and the sun traveled low across the sky.

We went into the woods to cut next year’s firewood.”

–Beth Powing, Home, Chronicle of a North Country Life

note: I’m sorry I’m slightly behind in my blog. I’m immersed in chess. I’m following the World Chess Championship in New York,N.Y between Magnus Carlsen, current world champion from Norway, who battles Sergei Karjakin, the challenger from Russia.