I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Weather report
Day three.
The pattern for the magazine submission is done. Seven pages of directions and diagrams, an alternate clasp arrangement enclosed at the last moment. New photos posted to the bead blog. Fewer tears.
Waiting.
Telling myself a door closing always means a door opening. You have to be patient to see how your story turns out. I am waiting in a deep silent place for the page to turn.
The self-portrait says it better.
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9 comments:
I've never found words to be much help at a time like this...but I wish I was close enough to come over and give you a big ol' hug...
A sad, strong, wise face. Courage, dear friend.
you look tired and very sad. don't be. everything will be alright. xoxo
BB, Zhoen, Edvard..
Thank you from my heart.
Your eyes say it all dear lj.
When the page turns, YOU will write the next chapter.
Peace.
V arty fotograf!!
Great photo, I love what you did with it!
It is actually a really nice pic with a haunting quality to it.
You look lovely in the red photo, if sad. I prefer you just your usual lovely self, but sad is an important state, too. Enjoy your bead blog stuff.
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