Unplugged. I spent the day unplugged. It wasn't planned. Just happened that way. No power. A glitch in the grid somewhere. So here I am late in a lovely day sending you some shells. And for what it's worth one of the simple poems that came tumbling out as I pulled graphite across handmade paper. I got my fountain pen out to catch them on paper. See if anything can be made of them eventually. We'll see. But for now. They're here for you raw just like the drawings.
Some shells are not so fragile
Some shells are meant to crack
Some shells are meant to ride the waves,
Go out on the tides, come drifting back.
And some, carried in a pail, a pocket, or a palm,
Some shells are made for wonder.
And isn't that enough?
Not perfect, the drawings or the words. But they are the ones I had today, as I spent the day unplugged.
Hm. I cannot tell you how relaxed I am. Brush is still napping. Maybe it's time for bit of scotch and a nice sunset...not bad, this unplugged. Now if only we could find some naughty. It is Friday after all. Yep. It's time for a cocktail. Not a bad summer day at all. I finished that outline,too. ALL MIT's accomplished. This unplugged, NOT a bad thing. Oh, there's Brush with the ice and the tumblers. Have an excellent weekend. La Vie Dansante, eh, Brush...
Friday, July 25, 2008
Posted by Janice C. Cartier at 3:42 PM