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When Trees Have Lost
Remembrance of Leaves (M.A.
Reilly, 2015)
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I.
During
the last thirty days I have been participating in Slice of Life writing
challenge hosted by The Two Writing Teachers.
Tomorrow is the last day. The writers I've had a chance to read
during this month who are participating in the challenge have made this a
memorable experience. There's no shortage of writing talent--and this
talent is comprised largely of teachers.
Participating
reminds me that I am happiest making stuff. I live in a home where everyone
makes things. All day yesterday, my son rebuilt a computer in order to make it
more energy efficient. My husband has journals that date back to the
early 1980s. He's forever scribbling thoughts--crafting some of these into
poems.
II.
Yesterday
morning I took a walk about the yard in search of crocuses. Usually by now they
have pushed through the ground and soon will be blooming.
It's
been a cold winter. No sign of them yet.
I love this. They are dormant--but in the act of making...Just can't yet be seen. When I lived in Cincinnati, I always looked for crocuses on my birthday in February. On those years where they were blooming, I felt great joy. In Rochester the crocuses usually show themselves in April. Today I remember they are in waiting. We all wait to unfold.
ReplyDeleteWe do wait to unfold. Snow covers the ground here northern NJ today. Spring is surely its way.
DeleteI love making stuff too. I don't do it enough (unless you count writing, of course). I am hoping to make more art, even though I'm not that good at it, this summer alongside my daughter who loves art.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of which, your painting creation is beautiful.
Thanks Stacey. Hope you'll make art and post it this summer. My fondest memories are of painting with my son when he was little.
DeleteThanks Stacey. Hope you'll make art and post it this summer. My fondest memories are of painting with my son when he was little.
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