untitled by cordellia

ice, chicago 2008 by styleofafool

i can't stop thinking about the first photo.

spring winds. i brew a pot of nettle tea.

i spend the morning gathering pieces for my spring collection. moss and mushrooms and river stones.

in the afternoon i walk to the market. i take the path by the lake, still covered but crackling into parcels of ice. i can hear streams rushing below. soon, toes dipped in.

i come home with armfuls of fresh air and asparagus and spring greens for dinner. soon, a garden to call my own.

i find myself thinking about words already written, past pages. how i like the patterns of days, seasons. i don't mind that something i've written a few years ago still holds true for me now. i like the long view. i like that the small tumble of my day stays steadfast through. they connect, somehow: the long view comes from the small humble moments, not rushing them. i need a way to remember this. i need a new notebook.

Comments

[odette]

hello! i've been lurking a long time in your blog. i always love your thoughts, and your way with words, it has the feel of calm and tenderness in it.

[jerusha]

thank you, odette. i don't write as often as i'd like to, but i feel most at home in the quiet.

[Melissa]

I can't stop thinking about your first photo either. It's striking. Beautiful work.