September Eighth, Safekeepings


Tues., Sept. 7 ‘21

My calendar showed me it was time to open the book with the snow-flowers and the rose, as I’d learned that flowers preserve more easily if the book that holds them is kept closed ‘til it’s time.

The snow-flowers were like a mysterious gift taken off the stems at their fullness and neatly arranged on the table just before the stems died; and the rose I spotted myself outside so full and bright among every other thing that I wanted to bring it inside.

Sept. 8, ‘21

I actually painted! My sketches had been ready awhile; I did what felt like the first phase.

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Today I’d learned it is Mother Mary’s birthday—Happy birthday! The moon was new yesterday; the sun’s been bright all day.

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