Day 91

April 1, 2022

April is upon us 

 So much of life is discovering

the places you can wrap yourself

up with, where you

can pull the edges up above

your shoulders, secure 

the loose ends.

So much of life is pushing

back on the wall, making it

open just a little bit further.

Feel the pleasure, but don’t

shove or yank, it’s all so

easily turned to pain.

So much of life is caressing

the frightened, smoothing out

the wrinkles, allowing for calm,

making room for quiet.

So much of  my life

is sculpting, resetting, adding

 extra embroidered stitches

allowing for interpretation,

quilting the pieces firmly together.

Letting go of what’s not needed,

gratefully accepting what is there.

Such a beautiful late afternoon at the rookery.  I think the count rose to 10, and at least 5 nests are being processed for their Spring work.  

I did write a poem about ducks, but I'll post another time.  Tonight I am trying not to get anxious about tomorrow.  The last 2 Lava productions of Every Moment of Every Day will happen and I'm afraid of endings.  It's so ironic.

Chickens were out on the farm, no goats visible, I'm sure they were nearby.  I rarely see the chickens though.  This rooster is very handsome.

The preoccupation of mine, going up to the rookery and photographing birds, really works for me.  

I'm going to try and get headshots tomorrow of the cast.  We'll see if they will let me.