quiet, a lavender sky and days with mum.

the sky has turned so dark that you would think it is closer to the evening than midday. the wind has picked up and the pieces of paper that casually sit on the table have blown to the ground. it is monday, monday is were i seek quietness to reset. my mum has been visiting and perhaps i have been too quiet for her liking, thank goodness for her love of books, i think she is on her fourth in just a week. our days have been one of early morning drives and late dinners. her craving meat and i sharing raw dishes making her forget her craving ( i hope) all the while picking what has been growing from the garden and stopping by farmers markets filling baskets.

looking up from my computer just now, i can see a real storm is coming. the next few days i will be getting the house, garden and animals ready as i take a quick trip to new york ( more on that at another time). i am nervous as usual to leave things behind, my mum will be at the helm. I think it is time to get the iphone i was gifted by mr. taylor activated. last night i welcomed the evening with a full heart after a wonderful day, this morning the fear that i will get trampled by the amount of work that needs to be done is swirling in my mind.  of course it will get it done, i am motivated by last minute pressure something that does not seem too good on the heart.

I  have been listening to Glen Hansard  rhythm and repose and even when away from his voice and walking in the fields through a stunning array of wild flowers his words replay in my mind like poetry
that i have learned to recite. Oh dear friends i recognize me in his written pieces and when that happens with any type of art, music, paintings, photographs it is as if i have walked into a film recounting the memories of my life and at the same time showing me scenes from what is yet to come.