The words in my journal, of late, are of softness and breath, of dreams and process, artist and voice, life and wonder. Repeatedly they surface, on this page and that page, on the page that’s written two days later, as if something in my subconscious is coming up for air. I breathe, I dream, I iterate. I am a work of art.
The first of the zinnias blooms, and this makes me happy. A sweet, pink bloom in a sea of green leaves and yellow poppies, buds of future blooms appearing alongside. Also making me happy are the two rose bushes I planted a few weeks ago. They are not dead, are sprouting fresh, new leaves; there is a rosebud on one of the plants. I did not kill them (yet). The garden is a bit disarray(ish) this year, more so than usual. But there is a zinnia bloom and a rose unfurling, a sea of green leaves and yellow poppies, all flowers, no vegetables. I’ll take it.
After being sick, I’m still low on energy, with an appetite, but finding food uninteresting. I manage a salad, finally, and it tastes good but other than fresh berries and watermelon, I mostly want things like french fries and sandwiches, iced tea, maybe vitamin D gummies, a second cup of coffee with cinnamon and oat milk. I am uninspired in the kitchen, though I think I’ll make a lemon pie.
All things cycle. The inhale and the exhale, the summer blooms and the winter skeletons of gardens, the healthy body and the compromised one, the salads and the pies, the dreams. Cycles of effort, cycles of rest. And softness, always softness, please. A singing. One note, maybe two, a tiny word, some story coming up for air. Eventually it will unfurl, one way or another, energy always finds its way. Look for the changes in pressure, for the cracks through which to shine. Listen. For the song, for the story. Speak to me of process, we are living works of art.
I think a lot of making art is listening to yourself.
~ Kiki Smith ~
10 thoughts on “works of art”
I think I might memorize that last paragraph, for it’s pure poetry…this lovely zinnia makes my heart so very happy. Sending get well wishes your way ❤️
Oh, April. First, thank you for the well wishes (all better now!). Second, thank you for that very kind comment. I can’t even tell you what that means to me. 💗
And the zinnia, right? She makes my heart happy too.
I hope you feel better soon! My motivation in the kitchen is minimal when I am healthy, when I’m not my best it’s just way worse. Thank goodness for easy to throw together foods!
thank you, Karen, I’m doing so much better now! and, YES, thank goodness for easy to throw together foods!
Yes, yes, to all of this, Michelle. Your Friday posts are a balm after a busy week. xoxo
that’s such a sweet thing for me to hear. thank you, dear Grace. xo
A breath…a moment of blessed and much needed stillness. Gentle thanks to you, your rose and zinnia friends, and the thought of lemon pie.
you make me smile, Tracie. xo
I hope you feel much better soon and you feel more energy. Your gardenn sounds delightful!
thank you, Jane…I’m getting there!
And the garden is a bit chaotic, but I kinda love it :)