Visit!!

Mom's visit to Asheville was fabulous and it was sooo good to have her here for a few short days.

We took her downtown, all around, out and about and into the mountains. Spring weather graced her trip for the most part and we ended her time here with a good ol' fashioned grill out with friends and neighbors.

Yay! I love visits.

Sunday afternoon. Two o'clock

Considering how little homework I have (compared to times past), I am frightfully good at avoiding it and leaving it to last minute. As I sit here pondering my proofreading and upcoming essay topic, I find myself opening novels and drinking in distraction.
Perhaps to inspire me. To spark an innate gift I once flaunted.
Now feeling rusty and in need of a good polish.
So I "free-write" with some else's words, yearning and grasping for my own creativity.



I found this passage at the beginning of the new book I am reading ('The Inheritance of Loss', by Kiran Desai).

I find it sad, haunting, beautiful.




Boast of Quietness by Jorge Luis Borges


Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than
meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and my death, I observe the ambitious and would
like to understand them.
Their day is as greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity.
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, and old
sword, the willows grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living to me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous
multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone to anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't
expect to arrive

Send Him Love

Our dear friend Finn, who is a light in the lives of all who know him, went into surgery yesterday. He has just been diagnosed with a lung condition sarcoidosis and has had severe complications. His lungs filled with blood two nights ago and we almost lost him. His surgery was completed and he is now healing in the hospital.

I know Finn will make it through this, but I wanted to post this blog so all that read this will send him LOVE. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. He is only 31 and has many more years to enjoy on this earth.

We LOVE you Finn. May you heal. May you thrive. May you be well.

Almost Spring

We went for a lovely hike outside Montreat, NC yesterday. Only a twenty minute drive outside town. An immaculate sky surrounded us with a tempeture of sixty four degrees. I revelled in the spring like weather, and snapped pictures of the last signs of winter, like the frozen waterfalls on the trails. I frolicked in the dead leaves and summoned new ones to start growing. I got to follow Dustin's sweet ass all the way up the trail!! Woo hoo! What a FABulous day!!