When I am Alone...
I posted this picture on my own personal blog this past sunday. It was Earth Day, and I celebrated it wearing the reality pinching t-shirt from Aveda that read "Every 15 seconds a child dies from a lack of access to clean water." I thought about the brilliance of thought and progress in technology over the past 100 years, and how abhoring it is that anyone should die of such a cause. I thought about all the people that die from diseases that we could cure if being sick was not such a money making business in this country.
And to boot...the war in Iraq is costing us more than just the lives of our soldiers; it also is costing lives back home with the cuts in funding for cancer research and help for our sick.
Back to sunday...Larry and I went to Megan's where we had a simple and fun barbeque complete with fire pit and marshmallows. It was a beautiful day in the woods, and Megan, Alanna, and Dole seemed to be perfectly at home and happy. A few burgers, a few beers, magical flaming hot chocolate powder thrown upon the flames. Photos, laughter, serious talk about Megan's cancer and the other problems she is having.
When I am alone, which is often, I bury myself with art,baby and school. I book dinners with friends, a movie, . Yet there are the nights where I choose to be alone all evening, and I sit in my studio, and listen to sad cello and lonely piano tunes while making art and musing on the state-of-the-nation and the state-of-my-heart.
Tonight I am melancholy. My sadness drips into dark dark places. I do not fear them because I know that love will give me light in such times. It is the one thing that I know is true.
Off to try and find the Bill Moyers show on Iraq...........
And to boot...the war in Iraq is costing us more than just the lives of our soldiers; it also is costing lives back home with the cuts in funding for cancer research and help for our sick.
Back to sunday...Larry and I went to Megan's where we had a simple and fun barbeque complete with fire pit and marshmallows. It was a beautiful day in the woods, and Megan, Alanna, and Dole seemed to be perfectly at home and happy. A few burgers, a few beers, magical flaming hot chocolate powder thrown upon the flames. Photos, laughter, serious talk about Megan's cancer and the other problems she is having.
When I am alone, which is often, I bury myself with art,baby and school. I book dinners with friends, a movie, . Yet there are the nights where I choose to be alone all evening, and I sit in my studio, and listen to sad cello and lonely piano tunes while making art and musing on the state-of-the-nation and the state-of-my-heart.
Tonight I am melancholy. My sadness drips into dark dark places. I do not fear them because I know that love will give me light in such times. It is the one thing that I know is true.
Off to try and find the Bill Moyers show on Iraq...........
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