mid week gratitude (instead of monday), messiness and mothering

                     grateful. grateful.

 on this mid-week messiness of life, i have been stuck at home with a nit gnawing touch of illness. it certainly isn't awful, just enough to slow me down in all the wrong ways. just enough to make life quite messy. again.

poetic pause :: my twin, my soul. my anima. my animus

i.

peas in a pod. cleaved together. 

thick as thieves, these two. 

inseparable. separated at birth. 

same. so same. so.

april in passing, art in healing, & art-ing around

it was a night filled full of soulful dreams 

caught up in nets cast about the heavens. 

& then.my body woke.& here i am.

in this early morning quiet, i am very much thinking in thoughts of black and white and gray, the look of healing, and of my mother. i am very much thinking of this april anew of now, & of april's that have already yellowed in the pages of their past. i am thinking of Owls, strange as that seems, silent shadows, hunting & living & quiet as they fly past my shoulders, clutching my soul in their talons.
I am caught