Hands

I'm acutely aware of my hands - the work I do, the care I give - all remind me of the tremendous power inherent in those collections of bones,skin, muscle and tendons. While the nurse is caring for the critically injured burn patient adjusting and measuring fluids, monitoring hemodynamic status and closely guarding pain management another is applying splints to the injured hands. Hands are closely studied for clues as to one's essential intent. This short story read in high school haunts me still... Hands by Sherwood Anderson....

Atlantic City - Bruce Springsteen Paris 85

I've listened to "Nebraska" every couple months since it was released over twenty years ago. I plan to walk along the boardwalk here in Atlantic City tomorrow morning....

Books from Friends

I received books from two friends today. They each clearly identified a current preoccupation of mine.

Thank you.

Alone....

A wayward little yellow bloom among the taller paperwhites...

Jackson Browne For A Dancer

I listened to this song endlessly in high school - I continue to ponder the line "In the end there's one dance you'll do alone."

Let Go Let Go

I saw her perform in Detroit about fourteen years ago....indeed, just let go...

Monday, Monday

The first of several paper whites have bloomed in a vase on my dresser...

High winds, freezing temperatures and mountains on fire.....could it be only one month until I can plant lettuce? In anticipation of this season being over I bought thyme and oregano to put outside once the weather warms up. For now, they will reside in my kitchen garden window.

All is well...