Tuesday, April 5, 2011

dark clouds

The Island was shrouded in shadows last week. The way it sometimes is in early April. The dark clouds matched my mood. Going through my parents house I see an accumulation of a lifetime. My mother tells me that she has assigned the artwork in the house to each of us girls - I get St. Rita who is knitting wool directly off the back of a sheep. So appropriate. We collect things but one day these will be gone - divided - and a lifetime of what was important is dissected into that which is kept and that which is discarded. These thoughts disturb me and make me twitchy, I wish I had brought my running stuff with me.