Order

Make this a place
future planted full of grace
in a wilderness wild
lush garden grow
the beauty of order
in the middle of overgrowth
a place of meditation
where thoughts fresh caught
are served on the table of banquet
and prayers dig the ore of God
wrought into monuments
lives lived loving
never a cage for spirit
beaten from the land abroad.

Backing into a corner of normal

Today felt like a switch was flipped
All the rumbling, other than good inner workings
just seemed to come to the point of...
"well either you have the "courage" to continue
a self destructive course,
or you head in the direction you are supposed to be eh..

So it's South from Depression's North then
and on to the sunlit lands of a creative mind
exploring new territory
just to see what I'll find.

First stop.
My basement
and the neglected stained glass studio
Going to smash out the wall around the furnace room
to make almost double the work space down there!
and then finish the large sculptures
which have been languishing
along with the rocket lights which are to hang
above the peninsula in the kitchen.

Christmas break will involve
a 16 foot high 21 panel ice chapel/hermitage.
sort of onion dome shaped
and lots of coloured patterns
and appropriate lighting

Come join the fun.

You are welcome anytime...
no matter who you are

Sale(ish) day.

Here I am early morning.
last touches on the spot job cleaning ahead.
not desiring to have this sale,
but impressed by the amount of pottery
I have on the sale tables.
So much produced over the years
bits and pieces left from complete sets made,
I just want to be rid of them
so that I can move on
to the new work,
the new look,
the new feel.

It's sale day,
and I'm not ready.
again.

Stuttering against the pane

It is a custom among flies
When sunrise comes so very seldom
To rush forward
kilter over wing
closer to eyes love
for some sort of song
the light does sing
beconing as a siren
who knows in her hollow call
their hopes will be wasted
stuttering against the pane
as if they have no will
but hers to be dashed
dead upon sunset

Hope tied up in knots

Some days areSome days are not.
So I've pretty much abandoned getting ready for my upcoming pottery sale
today was a write off,
with too much thought on the recent collapse of a relationship
and wondering how I became such a repulsive person.
to have bound up so much of myself in the hope i've had for so many years now.
that it might be possible to remarry
To have my excitement and enthusiasm
turn into the very thing which is hated about me
"most overzealous person I've ever met"was the comment.

wow.

I was just excited about finding a believer
to share the deep parts of my heart with.
i guess she didn't want that.
nor allow me a chance to adjust for her.
guess i won't do that again
...
just a rant
will see how the sale prep proceeds tomorrow