3.03.2008

Remember 14?

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At 14
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they coaxed me into the July sun
and nibbled on my scrawny fingers
bleating knowingly over my hands
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later, on crunchy spring mornings
I embraced their half-frozen lambs
intervening with the sweet foremilk
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nearly twenty years later I was repaid
seven months living on intravenous fluid
until we coaxed Julia into the spring sun
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on April 14th I could eat again
these hands knowing now



Zoomed-in?




According to Twyla Tharp, everyone has a focal length,
"All of us find comfort in seeing the world either from
a great distance, at arm's length, or in close-up."
Before yesterday I've been at a middle distance in the
woods. Yesterday I zoomed-in to see what I have been
missing. Today I used those close-up images to create
a larger grid - the larger picture of constructing meaning
from the details... I'm finding that I may most often sit
in the mid-focal length, but when I get out of that
comfort zone discovery begins.
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Zoomed-in?

3.01.2008

Awaiting Spring?



Rabbit tracks lead the way to the swamp tamarack site today.
This has been up for three weeks and the resiliency of the
sewing pattern paper and beeswax is encouraging. If these
fragile forms can withstand winter, so can I. Here is a better
view of the tamarack that was struck by lightning in the
summer of 2005. The top of the tree shattered, blasting
splinters all around. I remember hearing this violent strike.
By March, I forget about the lightning, the mosquitoes, the
weeds. Okay, I will be in winter, following rabbits for awhile.
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Awaiting Spring?