White Crow

Note to a friend

Dark out, coffee gone, husband asleep, early morn.
Trying not to make a noise, ever watchful of the rising sun.
Enjoying the quiet of the early morn and the quiet dark.
Day will begin soon enough with the chores to be done,
The hours passing quickly filled with busyness. Rushing,
To finish and go to bed so we can do it all again tomorrow.
Wheels turning to keep the year in motion. Grinding, pulling up.
Then down, finally at top speed. A speeding ride through life.
Slow down, I say, savor the moment, savor the moment before it is too late.
C up and time to realize the day when the sun is up.
Learn new tricks, ugh old brain doesn't want that.

Anyway, hope all is well with you and your grind through the desert and,
Those desert people who gather, tell tales, pass the time and then move on.
Never really knowing anyone for long. Touching on light levels of friendliness.
To go deeper is to have to awaken to the needs of others. Too much work.
Are they all Republicans?
Seeing another in pain or aging is to see their own mortality....frightening.
It won't last, that offishness of uncomfortableness.
Awaken  them more and make them feel. Then leave them to their desert lives.
Laughing all the way back to the dark side of the northwest. A tough people with a tough climate.
The snow is leaving with every drop of heavy rain. The groundhog gave us a short winter don't you know.

And yes, I make up words like polar bears reading and lions curling, just for the fun of it.
The day is calling now and I must go. Have a good one there, no snow no snow.
Write with you later, enjoy your day, cuddle the dog and plan an escape.
Hugs from the dark side. C

Model Painting Class

Painting Models in the April sun.
Students, canvas, paints, lunch.
Composition, color, line, form,
Layering the colors, painterly look.
Results, good paintings  from,
One class in a 4 painting hour day.
Positive model working her magic in her practical way.

On the outside,
Always on the out,
Looking in, through a small dark hole.
Alice through the looking glass only,
not seeing what is there. Always,
the outsider looking elsewhere.
Hard to be part of the group.
Left without word, clueless.
Not knowing what is going on.
On the outside separate and alone.
No one cares about that.....really.
Too many lawyers, not enough chiefs.
 Too many layers, not enough meat....artichoke.
Left out in the cold, without any news, without any word.

Saturday, 3/8/14

Model sessions as a group,
energy, stamina, good health.
For Artist as well as the model.
Hours spent putting paint down
Music, talk, good energy.
So many levels, thick paint, thin paint.
Music, talk, good energy.

Girls

HBO Girls.
20 something girls looking,
For a reason to exist,
Jobs, guys, sex, happiness.
How do they find it?
How did we find it,
Define ourselves,
Thinking back 40 years.

Stupid and naive.
No idea....not an idea.
Had to reinvent self,
Find true self.
What interested?
Who who.
Lived with others,

Worked, played,
Returned to the bowels
of roots time and again,
Looking for.
One true self.
Had extreme roots/
Long and involved.
 Denied much,
Clung tightly.
Present me,
Past me,
Just me.
An Artist, gardener,
community involved
senior.
No one really knows......Me,
Only me,

November 1, 2013.
Wind howling, twisting around, through and over the tall pine trees.
Tall old firs twist, shake, sway with the changes of the wind.
I stepped outside, the cold icy air filled my lungs, touched my face,
 making me glad to be alive. It felt wholesome and pure.
The wind wound its way around me and chilled my skin through a thin blue tee shirt.
I was swept away with the damp chilly night air and the lonesome howl somewhere north.
The cats usually rubbing and winding, raised alert little heads to the sound.
We are all alone, alone, on this cold chilly thrilling night, with the sky overhead and trees reaching up and up.
We look together, listening to the howl, to the lone howl to the north.
The alert little feral cats rub once against my leg longing for a handout on a freezing October night.
Look out cats I say. Don't be a handout to the lone howl to the north.