reading.

I have been trying and trying to get this post going but life has been in the way. When I came to the computer

this morning the page up was about concussions, just a little clue in to the circus that has been this month!

Frankly very little pleasure reading has been had here. We are in the home stretch of homeschooling lessons so I am re reading what we covered and what is yet to be covered.

I did find The Overhaul by Kathleen Jamie at our new library. ::sidenote: our new library is bursting with uk imports. like an unusual amount. interesting. ::

What drew me to this collection of poetry is the lino cut on the front. I am a sucker for a beautiful cover. Here is an excerpt of my favorite poem

I watched a hawk

glide low across the hill,

her own dark shape

in her talons like a kill.

Read this hot on the heels of writing about the turkey vultures shadows here on our hill! I love The Gather as well.

For June I would like to start and finish The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin. Reading the series out of order because that is how organized I am these days.

linking up with Circle of Pines Trees, The Year in Books.

the magazine pitch.

The magazines we see on the stands

Make me want to turn the covers to the back

So only the obnoxious ads show.

What will my son think is beautiful

Medical oddities, green screen folk

Young girls hawking clothes for middle aged women?

I would like to make a magazine

Full of pictures of real beautiful people

Telling their stories.

The stories our children listen to

Hanging around doorways

When they don’t think we’re noticing.

I think all of us talk about doing this. Something tarted up to look like the other glossies. 

morning page of random.

When I woke up this morning I tried to remember where we needed to be. Blissfully, nowhere. This week has been a hullabaloo of sights, sounds and packed lunches. So I made my tea (broken kettle means a reason to trip along to the thrift store with bags of donations and just a little check to see if there is a stray kettle) and settled in to read blog posts. How do I always forget to make  breakfast? Lucky for me there are defrosted pastry sheets and honey and rhubarb stewed in the fridge, plunk in oven. Phew.

The birds. The birds are beautiful in the spring. After only the twittering of hardy chickadees and hateful crows all winter I find myself hanging out by the diningroom windows to hear snatches of song before my home fills with the random sounds of childhood. The beat boxing, foot thumping rhythm that provides our baseline. 

Retreating to the living room where, whoops, I left a project going. Remember how I was going to wake up after laying down with the baby? Yeah, that never happens but I can never admit it. Baby toddles after. Ready for his morning nurse. Wondering what that funny feeling is a look down to see he has a pen and is drawing all over my chest while nursing. Scribbling over the mosquito bites, my prize from last night’s dinner in the garden. 

Checking my emails in the morning has always been akin to the physical act of opening the mailbox. The moment before your stomach drops or your heart leaps. For years I wrote letters and zines, had pen pals all over the world,now that seems to have fallen to only emails. Which I will just have to live with till early mornings and late evenings are granted to me again, when sleep isn’t job number one. Getting back to the emails. I always imagine someone I knew long ago may have had an inkling in the night (or day) to seek me out, reconnect or there is great news one click away. As you can imagine, this isn’t the case most mornings, but a girl can dream can’t she? 

Speaking of dreaming. I have started doing that again. I am taking that as a sign that a full sleep cycle is once again in sight because for these last 16 months I haven’t been dreaming. I will spare you the boring content of these dreams. 

Moving along. There are dishes to wash, maths to tackle and socks to cast off today.

I knew I wouldn’t do morning pages any other way than this. Do any of you write them?