The Garden at Herbs from the Labyrinth. The Little Sisters are happy in their work, and a baby elephant (Ganesha?) helps to keep the order of the labyrinth.
Odd dreams last night after I finally got back to dozing post-insomnia. My cell phone appeared for the first time in my dreams. I needed it to take pictures on the beach. And I dreamed that my younger sister Valerie was actually older than I am and that we had another younger sister with a very different temperament than any of the rest of us.
The Poetry Prompt for today is to write a memory poem.
Here is a picture of me and Suzy and Jennifer before Jennifer went to America for repairs:
On the Lakeshore I could look out and see
distant America where my grandparents
sat over breakfast every day thinking of me
in their light-filled Victorian house
with the wooden banisters and sliding doors.
Jennifer, my doll with the golden hair
who had gone to America to be repaired
sat on their table and dined with them
longing for the day she would be home with me
and Ed Bear and Suzy in her red dress
who I carried under my arm.
1. Wise women. Yesterday’s encounters with Phyllis, with Sarah and Julia. If I had a daughter, I would send her to Sense of Wonder Camp.
2. Watching and listening to the bees, the Little Sisters, hard at work in the garden, zzzing through sunbeams like liquid light itself.
3. This rain, this moon, this strawberry rhubarb pie.
4. The will to begin. And there’s an odd gratitude hidden under the rug of those words. I am grateful for last night’s insomnia. During these bouts my brain functions in a circular fashion. I am neither wholly asleep nor wholly awake. I have a project hoard that has been feeling weighty, and last night my brain brought me back again and again to the question of whether the creative thought of someday getting to this work is a good thing, or whether it’s just another stress. Last night when my mind circled back around to it, I started to imagine my life without this project in it, and I felt such a great relief. I am going to have some big bags for Re-Uzit this week. Ah, relief.
5. Burdock, curly dock, dandelion (sounds like a new version of duck, duck, goose)–I have roots of all three plants on my counter. Today I will grate them and then dry them in the food processor, and use them in teas. Researching them brought me again to some researches on wild greens, particularly two varieties of wild lettuce that grow on the farm. I might start experimenting with them a little.
May we walk in Beauty!