My vacation is coming along nicely. It has become progressively easier and easier for me to relax. I finished the book "The Sparrow" and have moved on to "I know Why the caged bird Sings." The characters from "The Sparrow" still haunt me, but all in all I am not so sure I liked it. I am not even up for talking/writing about it.
I am turning to Maya Angelou's book because even though I have read all of her poetry books, I have not read any of her autobiographical works. Her recent death saddened me greatly. So it is a kind of personal homage to her that I read this book now. Her voice echoes in my head. Her rich tones and careful, slow selection of words that punctuate the air.
Tonight the setting sun cast a beautiful, long grey, pink cast to the sea. It's beauty was subtle and almost meloncholy.
I always thought I would live out the end of my days by the sea, but my husband has turned me into a woods woman of sorts. It makes me giggle a little that after 20 years I still don't know the names of the trees, but I can tell you the shape of their leaves, the color and texture of their bark and the many shades of green they turn from early spring to deep into late fall. I can point out to you which are healthy, as well as those that perhaps do not have many years left. In just several days I will return to the woods, my busy life, the studio and the glorious acts of creativity I hope to accomplish.
Sunset
The Sea
This one is my favorite
I have been thinking a lot again about the differences between these three words: artist, crafter, designer
Any thoughts?
I am turning to Maya Angelou's book because even though I have read all of her poetry books, I have not read any of her autobiographical works. Her recent death saddened me greatly. So it is a kind of personal homage to her that I read this book now. Her voice echoes in my head. Her rich tones and careful, slow selection of words that punctuate the air.
Tonight the setting sun cast a beautiful, long grey, pink cast to the sea. It's beauty was subtle and almost meloncholy.
I always thought I would live out the end of my days by the sea, but my husband has turned me into a woods woman of sorts. It makes me giggle a little that after 20 years I still don't know the names of the trees, but I can tell you the shape of their leaves, the color and texture of their bark and the many shades of green they turn from early spring to deep into late fall. I can point out to you which are healthy, as well as those that perhaps do not have many years left. In just several days I will return to the woods, my busy life, the studio and the glorious acts of creativity I hope to accomplish.
Any thoughts?
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