i picked this image to post… just because.
it was taken in 2008.
this machine presses the pasta dough thinner and cuts it into log strips,
by feeding the dough into the top and turning the crank.

imagine
this pasta with some garlic and clams,
or maybe a deep red tomato sauce.
or both…

with

a bunch of us sitting around a big table, passing bowls,
bread, and butter to one another, gabbing up a storm.

that thought just makes me grin.

~

how many
natural daylight hours
do i have?

i can work in the dark,
but, that’s just not natural.

~

John Fahey plays

In Christ There Is No East Or West

1969

~

looking into my rear view mirror.
~

the rear view.
~

i wrote this quickly, thursday morning, before i left the house.

driving about 40 miles in all, i actually think that some
cars slowed down to read it.  imagine that, cars slowing
down for something!  especially at this time of year.
at least it might have entertained someone at one of the
stop lights.

if nothing else, i liked seeing it in my rear view mirror.

it would be better if i could get a marker that is not
quite as fat as the one they had at michael’s.  i had to
write on an angle to make thinner lines.

let me
into Your light
warm and open
to the world

let me
sit at Your feet
hear Your
words

let me
live in the Love
that only You
can give

let me
into Your light
i am
Yours

morning grey
covering blue
moving
calmly
floating
over
everything
drenched
from rain
rotting
slowly
take it all in
keep it warm
and dry

c.1300, “to enjoy the possession of,”
from O.Fr. rejoiss-, stem of rejoissant, prp. of rejoir “gladden, rejoice,”
from re-, intensive prefix + joir “be glad,”
from L.gaudere “rejoice”.
Originally sense in to rejoice in.
Meaning “to be full of joy” is recorded from late 14c.

In an effort to remember them, Holocaust Museum Houston is collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies.

The butterflies will eventually comprise a breath-taking exhibition, currently scheduled for Spring 2013, for all to remember.

The Museum has already collected an estimated 600,000 butterflies.

to send your butterfly

more information here

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.

g. k. chesterton
1874-1936

~
sunday, we fly over the pacific ocean to oregon.
back to the “main land”, as they call it here.
aloha

i saw him there
rounding the corner
that young man winter
carrin’ his bag to check
in to a second story room
in the old neighborhood

~
photo taken on hawthorne street
east portland oregon

this is the day to fly
my oh my
into the arms
of the indigo sky
a serenade
of gold dust
transported