The fury of the winds upon my roof was relentless. It blew and blew for the last few days. Mostly I stayed in bed to keep warm. I wouldn't say I am proud of the fact, but I am happy for myself that I had the chance. I'm making tamales today. The masa has saffron that a friend of mine brought back for me from Turkey. I have so many things to do it's difficult to know where to start. I'm probably going to close up the house and move on to a different life than I have known. It's strange to be letting go of everything I have struggled to accumulate. Honestly, I question the benefit of collecting so many objects. Relinquishing them is proving more difficult than I had anticipated.
Moving through my grief after four years can now handle some laughter and tears. I want and need fewer tears and more laughter.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
A Light Supper
When the Unwanted Guest arrives...
I might be afraid.
I might smile or say:
My day was good, let night fall.
You well find the fields ploughed, the house clean,
the table set,
I might be afraid.
I might smile or say:
My day was good, let night fall.
You well find the fields ploughed, the house clean,
the table set,
and everything in its place.
--Manuel Bandeira
We move into another winter and it's cold outside.
What will 2014 bring? It's been a short while since
we moved into the 21st century. Numbers
like 2013 and 2014 are strange to me. It seems
like just yesterday it was 1981. There were still
many years left to the 20th century. Today it's
cold and the next century spreads out like
a blank canvas. Let me pick up the brush.
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