Almost Paradisical

Pursuing the poetical, paradoxical, metaphorical, lyrical, artistical, majestical, and mystical.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

After the Snow

I see baby buds strain
against the tension -
shiny, tight, pink skins pursue
growth. Winter's wood resists,
unsure of being split
open like this -

she can't remember
the joyous juices running
warm last spring.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Trade Ins

I had sent a link of Mike Rowe's Ted Talk to our friend, Kevin. He replied, "Thank you for that. It makes me wish I was 25 again and had a life do over... Not really, but I often wonder what the future holds. Mike says the tools of today are what we carry around with us and I suspect that’s true - but what do I do with them? My iPhone makes a lousy hammer." 

His last juicy steak of a line made me perk up. What a prompt. This poem popped into my head.....






My iPhone Makes a Lousy Hammer





there’s no satisfying thud
as it hits it’s mark

no contact with iron
pounding into wood 

no gratifying muscle-work
balancing a weighted tool

no finished piece to use 
or gift to generously give 

there's nothing to leave 
my maker's mark on 

nowhere to say 
this was made by me.  


Mike recommended Matthew Crawford's Shop Class As Soulcraft, which Craig and I enjoyed so much on Audible that we bought the hard copy also. He has another book out now called The World Beyond Our Head which I'm in the middle of reading. 

Another book I'm simultaneously pairing with it is Wonderland by Steven Johnson....

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Supplication

Loverby's
hard
huge
strong 
trustworthy
hands 
hold
comfort
give
nourish
nurture 
caress
untangle
massage
minister 
love
help
serve
fix
and
anchor
me

I
willingly 
place 
myself 
there
in 
the 
palm 
of 
these 
hands 





Plaster of Paris Mold - Slip Cast Sculpture of Craig Overby's Hands - 
Taught by George Lowe - Village Potter - Holden Village - 2016 

Elsa

Elsa is my first ever sculpture. She is about about 24 inches tall. Red, gritty clay. Turbaned. Pensive.




Holden Village Pottery Studio - 2016 
With Gratitude to the Village Potter, George Lowe 

Historic Silver City and Bruneau Canyon - Idaho



































Road Trip - November 2016  

Fire



Sunday, November 27, 2016

Prayer for Dick Staub

This poem by Mark Nepo, from his book Reduced to Joy - 
is for Dick Staub - who I've always thought of by his real 
name, Richard the Lionhearted. I selfishly pray you regain 
your health, for we can't imagine our world without you in it. 

For Joel at 94
They say that miners in South America
strap small lamps around their chest, that
this works better than the light coming
from the center of your head.
They say the head can be fooled,
but the heart can’t turn without
the body. This makes me think of you
digging your way through your long life,
lighting everything with your heart.
It’s a good way to live. And when we
sit at the end of the day, our hearts
illumine the day and we see each other
in its radiance. I can tell, it reminds you
of many circles you’ve been a part of.
It’s a good way to measure time.
To make our way on Earth
by the light coming from our heart —
This is what you’ve taught us.
Is it any wonder that what you
touch, including us, glows.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Making Good Beer From Scratch

Craig, Terry, Seth, and George malt their own barley, roast their own crystal and chocolate, use real hops picked local. They've made many batches of really good beer from scratch - from classic pale ales to dark stouts with roasted cacao and espresso beans. I'm learning to like beer. It is fun to watch the process.





























Making Good Beer From Scratch is written by our own renaissance man, Terry Sanderson. 
Holden Village - 2016 




Beautiful Hands




Ruth Playing Harp - Holden Village - October 2016 

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Possibilities

Wind is blowing 
up the channel
chasing the fog
and scouring 
the clutter in my 
mind, making room
for probable 
possibles.