she turned to me, "Mom, they're ruined!"
the same child that asks,
"Why do you always change everything?"
after nine months in the woods,
the strings of pears have changed
yet hang on
protected by a beeswax coating.
not quite sure what I "expected"
or maybe this was an exercise in
not having expectations
or following the dotted lines.
found this pear form clinging, dependent upon the curved
pine to survive winter.
It is time! The time when those hibernated ideas climb out
and insist upon being heard. The time when I get this Spring
urgency for action, passed down from generations of farmers.
Time for our kids to explore the new growth. Time for me
to say good bye to these pears and grow new ones.
Time to let go.
For you, what is it time for?
These images are taken with our trail camera - attached
to a tree with a motion sensor, it takes photos when
we aren't there. Most likely the grey creature in the first
photos is a fisher (also called fisher cat). I'm told fishers
prey on rabbits, cats and fawns. But it looks so sweet
they coaxed me into the July sun
and nibbled on my scrawny fingers
bleating knowingly over my hands
later, on crunchy spring mornings
I embraced their half-frozen lambs
intervening with the sweet foremilk
nearly twenty years later I was repaid
seven months living on intravenous fluid
until we coaxed Julia into the spring sun
on April 14th I could eat again
these hands knowing now
"All of us find comfort in seeing the world either from
Site 2: curved pine
We went deeper into our woods to find another site for more
AMBIOTIC forms that were in storage, breathing so much
easier here than in the plastic storage boxes. Every once in
awhile I also need to get out of my plastic box and get time
in the woods, not just outside, but deeper and away from the
daily pressures, to find natural abundance. Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Site 1: swamp tamarack, -12F & 35mph winds
The AMBIOTIC pear forms just after they were hung
near the debris of a tamarack tree that was struck by
lightning in 2005. These sculptures were exhibited at
the SOHO20 Gallery in NYC a year ago.
New York was great, but they seem at home in the swamp.
What are your first memories of home?