Reverse of yesterday's prompt. Find an image that expresses you perfectly. Use it in a way that speaks to an important part of yourself rarely seen.
G had a doctor's appointment this morning- I go along to "remember" for him. In the waiting room a magazine not often seen there and this image- it was for windows. The two were warm and safe inside and it was cold and snowy outside. It spoke to me. And I added the cottage by the sea, the water view. They both look safe and happy. What I have always wanted- to be safe and happy.
After the doctor visit (no new prescriptions or tests) we stopped at the library to pick up books. I was stopped by a very attractive woman who I have spoken to off and on for years- do not know (remember) her name; was a customer at the greenhouse and library. She came right to the point and asked "Are you still quilting?" I said yes. "But nothing large anymore- smaller more abstract things right now". "Good" she said, "don't stop" and off she went. And I thought......pay attention to odd events, Joanne.
The Christmas Tree is outside. In the snow by the garage until the snowblower gets back home and a path to the bird feeders can be made. I washed all three of my "daily sweaters" by hand in the kitchen sink- they had all gotten dirty during all the cooking and baking of the holidays. I have on one of the extra wide (but cropped) sweaters I purchased years ago and failed to return in time. If I don't notice my sideview in any mirrors (image of circus tent)- I am very happy with this black one. Cashmere- warm- not fussy-basic. A modified cowl collar that is almost like the shawl collars I like most of all. The second one is a terrible grey. Not slate or silver. A muddy grey with an weird pink tinge. I have never worn it. My daughter says I should wear it when doing kitchen chores. But it's hard for me to wear clothing that makes me feel sad.
It is getting dark out. My neighbor thanked me for dragging her recycling container back up her driveway to the garage. She has "new" knees and snowy surfaces are really a challenge. I was going down to get mine and hers just took an extra 2 minutes. Why not? The wreaths just went on. We didn't take them down today. One heavy awkward thing was enough. I need to flip the switch for the two reindeer.
I am reading a new author- in the first few pages she writes that her dying mother is leaving her all her journals. After the mother dies, the writer goes to the house and finds the journals. Many, many of them. Opening the first one- intending to read- she finds blank pages. All the journals- only blank pages. And then in the book itself- the one I am reading -- blank pages. So many that I thought they were all going to be blank but eventually words... Then we got called into the doctor's office.
I am going to read now and find out what this was all about. "When Women Were Birds" Terry Tempest Williams
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This tenderness for self
that book continues to haunt me. Her mother extracted the promise she wouldn't look "early", knowing her daughter would keep it. What did all that empty silence mean????
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