June musings
Classes are over, grades are in. I am able to spend some mornings in the sun at Marty’s café having an espresso over ice. If it is overcast I work inside and have a coffee and a muffin called “a glorious morning.”
I read. I write. I paint. I look towards blue sky grateful for the time to “notice what I notice.” (Allen Ginsberg)
Musings:
To be vulnerable is dangerous and divine.
In a space of silence I learn what is.
There are those I love whose lives are shaking on an edge. I listen and embrace.
We are all so fragile, aren’t we?
This earth, oceans and sky all fragile
What would a world without dictators, tyrants, presidents, rulers and politicians with their wars and conflicts and one upsmenships look like?
We are so fragile.
“Take my hand. Speak to me. What are you now?” Muriel Rukeyser “Effort at Communication Between Two People”