The poet Rilke describes the way a swan lumbers over ground but glides so smoothly once in the water. I recently heard Joanna Macy read it on On Being (a wonderful podcast that never ceases to inspire me)
I feel like that lumbering Swan right now. Disoriented, ungraceful, lumbering. But the journey is only beginning. and that's the joy of it.
Here is the Rain. Rain. pattern again. This time with some sun.
Any thoughts? Too much?
©2011, Paula Kovarik
Called
Rain. Rain.
©2011, Paula Kovarik
The yard is full of buds a bursting and they all seem connected to the same invisible web of beginning. Here is a pattern in their honor. Yellow Hubs.
@2011, Paula Kovarik
Having spent so much time today on the phone, this drawing expresses my feelings. My niece Vivian drew it, I added some flourish.
