melted

hi there out there,

the sun came out yellow and bold for half an hour this morning. it was heavenly. i mulched a new garden bed that's been whispering at me all season--because "the season" is continuing, apparently. all our snow's melted except the shovel heaps and shady spots in corners. with bare ground comes an invitation, sometimes a pressure, to bustle about and tuck things in just a bit more. those poor things left sleeping out in the cold, like the lawn chairs. but then, bustling is not really my forte right now. when every one's sleeping around me, it's so comfortable to curl up in the red chair and knit.

always, always seeking balance. there are many concepts like that--health, wisdom, safety--that we seek, yearn for, attempt, grasp. is it a mistake of the language that we act as though there is a home base where all is well, always? reminds me of bell hooks: love is a verb.

verbs commonly mistaken as nouns:

love
balance
health
wisdom
safety
sex
self-knowledge
dance
work
faith
life

all of these have a muscular quality, a rhythmic pulse that we walk in and through every single day of our lives, choosing, hoping, remembering, forgetting, raging, accepting, attending.

sometimes, all the "progress" melts away and it seems like we're back in early october. we fuss a bit and then the weather changes, again. it's always changing. always. relief in that. and trepidation. and just plain truth. i think that deserves to be capitalised: just plain Truth.

my love,
kate