the alchemy of the mundane…..

Daily
These shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips
These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares
These tortillas we slice & fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
This bed whose covers I straighten smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket & nothing hangs out
This envelope I address so the name balances like a cloud in the center of sky
This page I type & retype This table I dust till the scarred wood shines This bundle of clothes I wash & hang & wash again like flags we share, a country so close no one needs to name it
The days are nouns: touch them The hands are churches that worship the world
…Naomi Shihab Nye

neat & tidy shelves….

this picture of simple, bold awareness touches us when we land in it…….like falling feathers or sunsets….where did the sun go? such mystery….how much do we miss? there may be nothing as sad as feeling stripped of the day….let us know the moments of folding & washing & listening…..

Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.
…Susan Sontag