Egg incubator - just in case.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Airing woes is gladdening.
The air is clean with worry abandon.
The sultry June light cleanses, seduces, takes me out of myself, carries me through the long grass, tousles my hair, paints me a picture, reads to me, walks with me, helps me to bury left-laid eggs, takes a deep sea breath and sighs.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Monday, 8 June 2009
The light shapes move towards me, shaping me, threatening impermanence.
It's the moment of optimism for nocturnal possibility and the relief I survived another day.
Quiet descends, my tears sting, despite being eyeliner free/loveliner free.
Red cockrel wattle/displays of courtship.
Permanently marked names of animals on aging hand/desire to be loved by goats.
Saturday, 6 June 2009
Monday, 1 June 2009
Harmonic music box charts the journey from here to an-otherness, planting a pip of excitement with each exhalation. The song of Manchester to Annaghmaconway is poetic, optimistic, the 'Institute of Life Wonderful'. I hear it again less far from home, in the music box magic of Irish folk songs, singing bon voyage, don't look back. No preparation needed this time, I’ll fly by the seat of my pants and be there with books, animals, pencils, parchment, bread, time and music. Clever Piano Migrations & Wonderous Hannah Peel