Pink and red love love. Place. A.

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 I saw the pill containers and didn’t notice. I didn’t even think.Just asked for the flu shot

This is my cvs

I’m happpy. Christine gets coffee down the street. I’m slow in the car and ponder face cream. Puttering in the kitchen to make soup, she has a cold. 

The cocoa butter with herbs from my garden seems so far away but it’s only in a box.

Everything is in a box. 

The cream before Prescott, with crystals I covered myself in it. Hair, smothered it everywhere. Laundry soap patchouli. Soon. Soon again. After a lot of work unpacking. Soon.

The act of making do. Making the best of. The act of reducing stress or glossing over it to not complain about boxes. Because I am so privileged to live here, and the sun shines through palm trees. Sureally real. Yellow and clear light.

To be where I am in life is something I don’t take for granted.


They died, the stress of life got to them, my family and they died.

My cvs is for flu shots, for face cream.


The creative wanderings of life as I have it now, getting to know it and I love it.

The priveledge of living my life the way I want with who I want without restriction.


I start a registry for housewarming on R wood ceramics.

When I went there in 2018 I only dreamed constantly of the life I wanted but it was out of reach….

Ellen and the painter. The hearts in my calendar and I see on the back of this potters barn door.

Hearts shining pink and red and like sister Corita Kent. Love. LOVE.

PINK AND RED LOVE.






Wishes tied around my wrist marked time passing.
Really there’s no control. There’s no rainstorm to wash the heart in my chest from her at that time.
Purity of showering and tears for two years. The confusion cleared with Henry.


From my heartbreak came discovery. 
The painter. The woman. The angel. 
Potters and clay and haystacks. And smokestacks. The cricket box. 
The potters. 


Yesterdays collector. Pots. Life worth living. Truth. 

Pictures from Georgia. The sacred.

Back to place. My place. Placed in place. Peace a piece of peace.



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