Two weeks ago, Mim brought paper clay to KJ's house where four bloggers and JB met to talk and have fun, and we all made paper bowls. I let mine air dry for a week or so, then painted it. The inside might need another coat as I see a few white spots.
I've been working on my mourning pages in my unbound sketchbook and have finished them. I can always go in and add more details though. For now I am glad to have these pages finished. They were hard to do emotionally. But I think it is good I did them.
The first page with a poem by Emily Dickinson. "In this short life/That only lasts an hour/How much-how little-is/Within our power." I did another page with one of Dickinson's poems too.
For my sister-in-law. She loved blue and hummingbirds.
Miss Emily and other cats who have died.
A poem by Kay Ryan.
Things Shouldn't be so Hard
A life should leave
deep tracks:
ruts where she
went out and back
to get the mail
or move the hose
around the yard;
where she used to
stand before the sink,
a worn-out place,
beneath her hand
the china knobs
rubbed down to
white pastilles;
the switch she
used to feel for
in the dark
almost erased.
Her things should
keep her marks.
The passage
of a life should show,
it should abrade.
And when life stops,
a certain space---
however small----
should be left scarred
by the grand and
damaging parade.
Things shouldn't
be so hard.
by Kay Ryan
My next sketchbook section will be: Taking Action or What would Pippi Do? I look forward to this theme.
