Also, this beautiful poem:
WOODS
I wish to grow dumber,
to slip deep into woods that grow blinder
with each step I take,
until the fingers let go of their numbers
and the hands are finally ignorant as paws.
Unable to count the petals,
I will not know who loves me,
who loves me not.
Nothing to remember,
nothing to forgive,
I will stumble into the juice of the berry, the shag of bark,
I will be dense and happy as fur.
-Noelle Oxenhandler
Oh Arlene, I love your trees! You inspire me, truly you do! Miss you!
ReplyDeleteIt's great to see your journal again! It was truly a magical time in Orly's workshop =-)
ReplyDeleteThese pages are beautiful! So jealous of your class with Orly. I think she's very cool! I also love your previous post with the concentric circles on your birthday. Beautiful art you are creating!
ReplyDeleteLove ya sista, your images, your words, your spirit, your love, XOXOrly
ReplyDeleteWow. My face aches from smiling as I read your words. BA
ReplyDeleteSo glad I found your beautiful and inspiring blog!
ReplyDeleteLots of love from the Netherlands.
Hiya
ReplyDeleteI really like your blog - looking forward to reading more!
I found Noelle Oxenhandler's poem, 'Wood' so inspiring, I had to incorporate it into a journal spread, which you can see in my blog.
Thank you!
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