•fly away•
a swallow tattoo
on this heart
of mine
seasonal swoops
of satisfaction
freedom in a
fork-tailed
friend, black-blue
russet-chested
glad you are
back, right on time
my heart sorely
needed an ink-infusion
of set-me-freedom ~
A.M. Pine 🌲
The world is bursting with wonder, and yet it’s the rare productivity guru who seems to have considered the possibility that the ultimate point of all our frenetic doing might be to experience more of that wonder.
Oliver Burkeman
The Professor never really seemed to care whether we figured out the right answer to a problem. He preferred our wild, desperate guesses to silence, and he was even more delighted when those guesses led to new problems that took us beyond the original one. He had a special feeling for what he called the “correct miscalculation,” for he believed that mistakes were often as revealing as the right answers.
Yoko Ogawa
These two very different books have converged in my heart recently. I’m not finished with Four Thousand Weeks, but the sense I’m getting from both books is THIS moment you are in is what you have. Be grateful. Relish it. Wallow in it. Enjoy. I absolutely adored the audiobook of The Housekeeper and The Professor. How would you live if you had 80 minutes of memory before it starts over? What really matters in a person’s life? What is happiness? Do we need more, more, more of anything? Just bursting with gratitude for THIS moment.
What’s on your heart today? I’d love to hear! ♥️🌿🌸🪺🪴🌷
The object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.
Robert Henri
Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in.
Wendell Berry
Pain, iron me out
steam, heat
seared straight
peace, swinging
on hanger.
A.M. Pine 🌲
WEARINESS
Oh let me be alone, far from eyes and faces,
Let me be alone, a while, even from you;
My soul is like a desert, sick of light-filled spaces,
The urge of useless winds, the sky of pitiless blue;
Let me be alone, a while, in twilit places,
Waiting the merciful night, the stately stars and the dew.
Sara Teasdale, Mirror of the Heart, p. 36
Inspired by 지민
higher than the sky strangers
worlds apart, working on our art
ripples move outward, crisscrossing
your artistry, smiles, emotion,
dedication challenges me
maybe my covid-fueled
“mild-midlife crisis”
fandom can trickle
down into new fuel
for motherhood
for wifedom
and for my purple-tinged,
idea-driven
lifedom.
~A.M Pine 💜🌲💜
“cozy chaos
sounds like a poem,”
said a friend.
shards of color,
warmth of light,
kind encouragement,
all combine to comfort
my raging heart.
A.M. Pine 🌲
colorful spines down
the home library’s back
a living being
fire-breathed
forest of words
scaled and long-limbed
hint of dangerous beauty
caresses and rustles
through my pine-needled
red hair.
A.M. Pine 🌲
sharing songs, ‘Zero
O’ Clock, Oscar the Grouch clips
social media joy.
A. M. Pine 🌲
onion me
layers peeled
underneath it all
just
dirt
root vegetable?
shedding skin
pungent
crinkled
wrinkled
thin-slivers of flavor.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Hope dribbles down edge
of my flat heart, pools, sits, stills
rise, shine out of eyes.
A.M. Pine 🌲
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