I love how, just for now, the sun comes through the windows of the courthouse where I park each morning, just to shine on the outside of another side of the building.
Looking over some older contact printed cloth and papers made on my last trip to Australia. Not sure what to do with them now….
I might just use them to illustrate the cover of my next book of poems, essays, short stories. Thinking about titling it Exposures. Here is the latest poem that I read last week.
Shores of Memory S. Webster
I find myself slipping into silence
when a memory drifts in
only to recede like the tide,
pulling me back to what I was before.
Before being swept forward
onto this unfamiliar shore
of otherness and uncertainty,
among the memories of those
who wanted to be here.
Stepping carefully,
I trespass and stumble
in search of belonging,
before pausing long enough
to surrender to the silence.
Behind its veil
I turn back to set myself adrift
in waves of longing
between here and there.
Some days I find myself stuck, sandwiched between then and now. And then I am back where I should be… in a state of busy. And I lose myself in that.
The other day I returned to chair yoga classes. I had missed since before my lung operation in January. But my confidence is improving. Not so worried about my next steps. Having a personal trainer come to the house once a week with a set program has helped very much. He remembered how much I liked to hit a punching bag and set a considerable amount of timed exercises with fielding my punches. I take the stance, hands up and respond with a hit for each number he calls out. He catches those hits with protected hands. Yesterday we added bouncing around without losing my stance… first circling each other while punching and then forward and backward. I feel so good when a session ends … exhausted but still standing.
Here are my gloves that I have had for several years. I have to vacuum up bits of their outer skin after the pounding they take.
And this morning I was able to get back to the small paintings of leaves in my six way book. Finally with spring comes new leaves!
This week I have increased my steps to 6000 per day. Working my way back to 8,000.
Patrick was going to drive down for Easter but he would be on the road two of the four days he had off, so I told him to stay home. He can come some other time. I bought myself a chocolate bunny for the holiday and might just test my ability to replace my toilet seat over the weekend. One of the guys on the corner offered to do it, but it made me feel helpless. So I can read the instructions and manage… hopefully without dislodging the bidet attachment. Wish me luck!
That’s it. Another 1000 steps and wine with a neighbor.
Til later….