77 days of gratitude on the wall vs. corner view...

white...

isn't her work
stunning?

for more corner views
visit jane

78 days of gratitude on the wall...

what a piece of work is man
how noble in reason
how infinite in faculty
in form and moving
how express and admirable
in action how like an angel
in apprehension how like a god
the beauty of the world
the paragon of animals...

this is where
hamlet and i
part ways

there are times when
the human spirit touches me
in so deep a place
that although i know i shall
return to dust

i cannot believe us to be
the quintessence of dust
and 'man'
delights me so

have you seen
this?
if you haven't
go
now
bear witness to

le coup

phillipe petit
weaves a spider's web
between those towers
and
walks on a cloud



afterward he said
when i see three oranges i juggle
when I see two towers i walk

and when i saw
phillipe walk

i sewed

petite philippe

and in honor of
the woman who walked
by his side


petite annie



may we all
wake to our dream
and
walk on a cloud

80 days of gratitude on the wall...

words fail
so often they
simply
fail

although today
these words
roll
through my mind

from the pages
of one of my
favorite books

and suddenly something shifted and suddenly something stirred

these words bounce
in my mind since
saturday

yes
words fail
almost

and pictures
don't do justice
but...

but the fair
in a word
was
great

great response
great sales
great vibe

and a nibble from a
hoighty toighty
department store

can you imagine?

i almost feel
at peace

almost

81 days of gratitude on the wall...

it has been too long
have i been missed?

well
i have missed
you

in addition to a new
school year
twins in separate classes

(yeah!)

and in spite of
a lawyer who is
not concerned
about child support for
my kids

and a BOYfriend who considers
said kids to be a
pre-existing condition

his words were
previous financial responsibility

(not so yeah!)

there is a battalion
of fairy boats

aviators
indians
pirates

wild knights

elf kicks

mermen

and
four
more
days

sigh

until my
very first craft fair

this saturday
in bed stuy
brooklyn

life continues with the
barrage
of lemons

but
no lemonade as
mother hubbard's cupboard
is barren
of sugar

and yet
this vessel
creates

counts blessings
between the tears

dances
between the raindrops

and prepares

i cannot
express
the gratitude

please pray for a
sunny
profitable
glorious
day

and stop on over
if you can

82 days of gratitude on the wall...

this morning
i expected to sign in
and find
post after post...

no

i lie

i expected to find at least
one post about
van jones

but, nothing
perhaps i'm not turning over
the right stones

shaking
yes, ms moon
i'm afraid
too

but what i find chilling
is that a man whom
i believe to be
strong, good, progressive
human

was chased out from the
White House
by a pack of torch wielding
consumers

and the
present administration
said little more than
fare thee well

if even
that

the numbers of soldiers
swell
in afganistan

unmanned
u.s. drones assasinate
men
women
children
in pakistan

we don't even have the
respect
to dirty our hands
taking their lives

tell me again...
who is the president?

i woke up
heard 30 seconds of
morning news

and
i don't know

i thought i would find
revolution
coming through the wires

instead
i found this

and smiled
broad
true
and deep

not only are you
listening
but you actually would have
others listen, too

gratitude for laura
my neighbor
my friend