Category Archives: my studio notes

sometimes movement feels
obvious and linear and continuous.
future-oriented.

and sometimes movement feels
ambiguous and chaotic and unsteady.
just-need-to-get-the-hell-out-ish.

sometimes movement is
a choice.
and sometimes movement
feels forced.

sometimes movement is
painstaking and slow, going around in circles.
and sometimes movement
feels so fast you can’t catch your breath.

my life in italy is beginning, just barely,
to take on a certain beat.
a rather rhythmic quality.
 
 
CATS and CHAOS.
my always amusing felines,
amidst the always occurring surprises.

 
 
FLUCTUATION and FLOWERS.
while riding the waves of continuous change,
i try to remember to breathe in the beauty.

1.

 
processing, processing, processing
my new world.

first. connecting and trusting.
next. staying in the moment.
then. integrating all of the information into my own experience.
finally. creating meaning.

i’m still moving back and forth between numbers one, two, and three.

Are we really aware of how powerful small gestures of kindness can be?

Yesterday we ran to get a few items at our local grocery store. I kept running into an attractive older woman in a striking leopard-print coat. We would smile at each other and grasp hands, then each go back to our own shopping.

about a month ago i found a poem
that my oldest son wrote many years ago,
after his first week ever away from home.
a poem that described what homesickness feels like.

he expressed the emotion vividly, using all his senses.