I have become very quiet on these pages, I know.
Maybe it's the winter days now, grey, silent.... marvelous.
I have managed to make some visual art - this little leaf and acorn caught my eye the other morning and brought everything to an immediate halt. I bent over and looked closely, then ran and got the camera.
If you want to read more, go here and visit with Jeanette Winterson.
Or, I found these words of watching and silence yesterday as I inspected a Christmas book:
To have watched from one of your patios
the ancient stars
from the bench of shadow to have watched
those scattered lights
that my ignorance has learned no names for
nor their places in constellations
to have heard the note of water
in the cistern
known the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle,
the silence of the sleeping bird,
the arch of the entrance, the damp
these things perhaps are the poem.
Jorge Luis Borges
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