i could

Today, a few cleanups, some errands, and scraping old paint off the metal bistro set in preparation for a new coat of paint. I could have enjoyed today's sunshiny weather much more if the itchy infection in my eye (a mild case of conjunctivitis, a.k.a. pink eye, I believe - antibiotic drops to the rescue!) hadn't made me want to scratch it with a fork and had me looking longingly at the wire brush we were using on the table and chairs.

On the plus side, said table and chairs now look nicely spruced up, and my eye's itchiness is now demanding merely a spoon. must ... resist ...

wandering

I like writing that just ... shows up, sweetly and often suddenly. To stumble across the line or tune that makes the song is blissful. It moves on its own - sometimes not going where I want it to but instead demanding its way, quiet but doggedly stubborn.

Then if I give up (dare I think it wisdom to do so?) and follow, I find myself in places I'd not planned to be. And some are just plain, maybe even ugly, places and I look at the song, shake my head and say with a smile, "oh, my little silly. Are you sure?"

But sometimes we round the corner and, there. There it is. It's a beautiful surprise. The light, the sounds all come together in a moment. And then the song looks at me, shakes its head and says with a smile, "oh, you silly. i told you so."

It's organic. Organic writing, I do like that.

journey

My journey is not yours.

It is not meant to be.

If life is carrying you up

While I find I’m sitting still,

In the gloomy fog of the lower land,

It’s not unfair.

It’s not wrong.

It’s just how it is.

Your journey is not mine.

We can walk it together:

Sometimes close enough to hold hands,

Sometimes waving across a field,

Sometimes calling through the darkness

To find our way back.

And we do.

Together.

Because

Even though we have our own journeys,

We've been given the gift of sharing them with

Kindred spirits we meet on the way.

And you, my friend, are one.

delicious

We're writing again. It started in 2006 as a trio, Seren, EB and myself tossing small phrases at each other via email, then all of us writing short, often free-form poetry using the phrase. I linked the poems that I wrote out of it in this blog in May/09.

But we're back at it, using a blog format (at http://deliciousphrases.wordpress.com/) and joined by my newfound old friend, EMP. We're writing twice each week and I'm enjoying the exercise, the camaraderie of sharing these mini-creations with other writers.

daring

I'm trying something new with Seren. It's a site called the Daring Kitchen - a monthly cooking challenge, following a specific recipe and blogging the results on the reveal date a month later. I'm hoping to be spurred to try new things, make new discoveries ... and eat the results!

So, nothing more on this til next month's reveal, on May 14th. I find out in two days what I'll be making. I'm feeling kind of silly being so excited about it.

But I am.

If any of you join, let me know - we can buddy within the website. :)