Monthly Archive: March 2006

06
Mar
2006

HOLD STILL!

Right now, right this minute, I do not wish for a happy future for my children. I don’t want them to grow up and older and move away and marry and have children of their own and live happy lives far into a future where I no longer exist. No. Don’t move, I think. Don’t grow…stay right where you are. Right now, right this minute, I am indulging in the most selfish selfishness possible: I want to stop time from fleeting and KEEP them as they are RIGHT now. What was I talking about yesterday? The beauty of the ephemeral?...

05
Mar
2006

FLEETING & EPHEMERAL

Often, I find, there is more beauty in the things that are fleeting than the things that have substance and staying power. That certain things end and return, end and return, is always a source of awe and amazement. The wheel of seasons, the crisp outline of sun on snow, the fragile tissue-thin pattern of a lacewing’s wing, the blaze of glory in a winter sunset sky, the new green of spring buds, the glad flash of color before the fall. Every season breathes a renewed sense of circularity through me, I breathe it in and let it out again,

03
Mar
2006

IN MY DEFENSE, THEY WERE SMALL AND MONKEY-LIKE

Cold and blowy, snowy, white and wintery. Everyone is bitching about the weather as if the entrance into March was the entrance into Spring. But Spring is still at the end of the road. The vernal equinox is weeks away. March comes in like a LION, not like a lamb, no matter how pleadful and yearny and sick of February we are. February, that 2-bit floozy that overstayed her welcome, when we didn’t really welcome her in the first place. March gives us the cold shoulder at first. She’s aloof, her face is turned away…she has to warm up to...

02
Mar
2006

THROW ME A BONE, I REALLY *AM* TIRED

I am so tired that it was all I could do not to crash when I got home, after finally leaving the office at 5 p.m. I propped my eyelids up with sheer willpower (which feels amazingly like bamboo spikes in this case) and did the necessary evening chores and routines to bring me to the closer side of bedtime. I FINALLY got my butt in gear and made 2 appointments I’ve been not managing to get around to for MONTHS. 2 down, 2 to go. My art table has been appropriated for a model motorcyle-building extravaganza so no finishing...

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