05 September 2014

Minutiae


It's just the light as it pours in, even as shadows linger in the corners.  The way the glass reflects, and the dust- when I haven't gotten around to dusting- seems to shimmer in the air as the dog romps by.  The Monkey used to call this effect "Floaties".  I find a certain fleeting beauty in it, something nostalgic and likened to the silver shavings that fall from my file... evidence that work was done, that life was lived.  And then I dust.


Things here are growing fast.  The plants, the plans, the swell in my chest.  I'm rooting romaine and a relationship, taking care that each has the depth and support needed to unfurl in its most awe-inspiring and promising form.  In being given so much, I'm learning to give back and find joy in giving more, even if it's just time or effort, or elbow grease.  And so I dust.



Living vignettes in the living room and it makes me smile as I walk by, noting the soft roar of a motorbox and the puddle of sun on the console.  Slowing down for a stroke to the haunches, I notice the lacework of fine hairs across the table runner, along the lamp's edge, sticking to the leafy fronds of some nameless deeply green tropical houseplant.  It is true, that it's an endless repetition of lying down and cleaning up, but not so pointless if only because of the contented face that cocks towards me. It is the smallest of it all that makes it so big and worthwhile, I think.  And so...


I dust.




10 comments:

  1. Even though you make beautiful, wearable objects for a living...your writing. Your writing is so beautiful, so succinct and your voice is as clear as one that I've ever heard written down. I visit because I admire your metalwork, but I LINGER because of what you share about your inner world. XO to you!

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    1. Stacie, what an amazing comment. Thank you so much for being here. XO back to you- always love your work, your spirit and your humor. I hope to see you again soon!

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  2. When I see a teaser on Facebook about your blog I click on the link and slowly, oh so slowly, read your words. I savor each and every one as you put words together so amazingly that I want to make the images last. The only negative thing is that they end way too soon.

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    1. Dalis, I'm so flattered... thank you. I don't know that my writing always makes the most sense- I've been told it's complicated... but I so enjoy doing it (when I take the time to do it) and it means the WORLD that there are people out there who are fed even a morsel by my doing so! Thank you, and thank you for being here.

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  3. such a beautiful post, from the photos and all the exquisite colour to the poetry of your thoughts and feelings.

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    1. Thank you, Marie. Sending so much look to your neck of the woods. Thank you for always being such a friend. xoxo

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  4. I know exactly what you mean. Thank you for articulating it so beautifully!

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    1. Thank you so much, Sophie! I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who finds some inspiring satisfaction in the mundane. :)

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