Friday, March 9, 2012

March 9, 2012

Wind and rain, wind and rain, north wind and cold rain, a cacophony of wind chimes, and drumming rain that has eased off to drips now, but I don't expect it will end.  I think it's just resting a bit.  The sound of the wind is intensified by the sound of the bay as restless and thundery as the sky.  The cold is settling in because we have had the air conditioning on instead of the heat.  It was 80+ yesterday ahead of this front, now in the mid 50s and falling I think.  It's so dark this morning it reminds me of what you sometimes hear police say on a tv show . . ."Nothing to see here, move along."

It's still dark, and still raining slowly.  It's a water night, opening up into a water morning.

Water night

Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,
night with eyes of water in the field asleep
is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,
is in your eyes of secret water.

Eyes of shadow-water,
eyes of well-water,
eyes of dream-water

Silence and solitude,
two little animals moon-led,
drink in your eyes,
drink in those waters.

If you open your eyes,
night opens, doors of musk,
the secret kingdom of the water opens
flowing from the center of the night.

And if you close your eyes,
a river fills you from within,
flows forward, darkens you:
night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.

Octavio Paz

So, I am moving on, wetness coming to my beaches, the river in me flowing from this darkness, waiting for light.  This is the last day of this class where the girls have made artist trading cards, and today they get to trade them in one big trade.  They have made some to keep and a bunch to trade, and for 90 minutes they will get to talk and trade and discuss what they like and what they don't, and they will have memories to take away and so will I.  I have made a card for each girl and some extras to trade as well.  I will like having some artwork by each of them.

Rain is still making its own song, replacing for awhile the song of birds still sheltering from its presence.  May you find shelter from the storm today and every day.
 

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