I wake up with one face. Fall asleep with another. I love faces. I always have. Most of the art in my home is a face of some sort. Abstract, pop, outsider, or straight up real - I find them easy to live with and good company. How about you? A poem by Rainer Maria Rilke Buddha In Glory Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet-- all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head...
Hello Jane,
ReplyDeleteWhere in the world have you been! I have missed you and your wonderful posts. I would have loved to have attended the market in Chicago. I'm in love with the gorgeous table. I love the front of it. :)
I hope you are staying cool. I've heard it's been unseasonable hot there this summer, it's always hot here. Yesterday it was 108 degrees and today it's supposed to be 106. I long for it to rain slow and steady for at least week. We haven't had any rain to speak of in so long, I can't remember when it was.