Sunday, April 28, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Nobody sees a flower, really, it is so small it takes time—we haven't time—and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
With all the flurry of work (making pillows with 120 third-graders,) family activities, putting in a vegetable garden, and the overwhelming gorgeous chaos of bursting flowers, leafing trees, petal confetti in the streets, on cars, in one's hair, shimmering sun breaks with stunning rainbows—I haven't been able to say much lately.
Yet it's important to pause.
And really see.
A dear friend, my first friend here in Portland, will die soon from a very long illness. We shared many beautiful moments. And she opened many doors for me. I will miss her very much.
It's time to pause. And see.