Bits

 

'sushi rice' actually brown rice with rice vinegar, sugar, salt and white sesame seed, nori seaweed sheet, wasabi, soy sauce, red curry paste and real mayonnaise

 

opened up an old set of gouache paint today, it had started to separate in the tubes, but tried to see what I could do with it with no plan

Blue Valley

Meet me in the meadow

under the shadows

of these trees and mountains

where it is hard to tell the difference

between flowing rivers and bending grass

when the light has begun to cascade

in rays as it does, spectacularly surreal

through the openings in the clouds

and the rest of the world is still drowsy

in fact

I'm already there

I think I always have been

 

 

 

It was one of those mornings - when you know the week is going to take off from you soon, but perhaps today the slope will still not be so steep... but it's only a maybe, so you're holding your breath, unsure what you want to do, unsure how you feel about it, caught between the present and the future and shadowed over by anxiety of the past, all wrapped up into a nice little yarny snarly ball that doesn't even have a reason to be upset, and you're not, really.. just a little tired and unsure if you can start anything... because you always want to start eighteen dozen things, and you always haven't finished twenty dozen things, but *sigh*... it's just like that

So you put some rice on the stove,  and wait.

You do the dishes, and the laundry,   and wait

You do language lessons,  and wait

And because you're not good at watching it - you turn the rice off, to steam

You open up one page of your sketchbook, sit down and let it take you somewhere

but then, you blink, and again, you're waiting

You make the rice into sushi rice and eat it,   and wait

then you look at the clock, and like the rabbit, 

put on your cloak and run for the door

hoping to get the errand done

and then you are home again, and exhale

and wait

And it's all good, really

You make the coffee, and wait

And it's all good, really

at the moment

(you're just so used to knocking on wood)

Languages : Japanese, Czech - threw a French high grammar monkey wrench in at one point just to jag the brain, and it was fine, then did the rest of the unit of Dutch I had done part of once.