There’s a truism, a saying repeated so often it’s beyond cliché, that Mexico City is a city of contrasts… Weekly Photo Challenge - Contrasts For many more Mexicanisms, you could check out ThinkMe…
Weekly Photo Challenge - Between
Maybe a month or two back, a friend told me she’d posted a frog picture I gave her on her fridge in an attempt to invoke spring.
Last night I was telling my son about the dream of the house where nothing was what it seemed, everything shifting, slippery, treacherous and untenable.
We stood under the overhead lights in the kitchen, he towering above me as I said I thought it was about the job I quit on Tuesday.
“Oh, but you don’t know that”, he snapped with annoyance – one of mom’s hair-brained, hippie inclinations at work…
Some groovin’ tunes for a sunny spring Monday…dance it out, folks!
Lately has been a patch of such intensity, so much pressure in every direction, that each glimmer of tenderness, of humanity, of a hand reaching out in the chaos has felt like a branch that must be held onto tightly in hopes of slowing the relentless slide down a slope.
That dream the other night of a house where everything you touch turns into something else – you pick up the umbrella, it turns…
A few words from T.S. Eliot today –
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness
on darkness, nd we know that the hills and the trees, the distant