Posts Tagged ‘ Katie Yates ’
like coolness, like interruptions, like integrity, like a snow flake cut from paper, like a group of children imagining the days before them littered with sweets, fairies, nymphs, bicycles and the sea, sand.
of dizziness, sexuality & circles around @ streetcorners, city-life, under-explained, trips into, foreclosure, definitiveness, color that is sound for today.
Because it isn’t until you have two children with you in the car that you are driving through rural Vermont and the transmission goes out after three decades of driving trips. A driving story. We break down at the Putney Food Co-op across from Community Gardens. Are offered rides north to Karme Choling, Barnet, VT. Then we pay for another ride further north from White River Junction to close to Montreal. All this to roll mantras, to paint likenesses of the Buddha. A volunteer weekend. The kids push the agenda forward so we made it. Gloriously. A path.
other side of the drop off, husband who likes the city, proximity to culture, whereas I prefer a field, lack of complexity, no need to mow, to rope off the living room so the children won’t ruin the furniture, where a cup of tea is the even, a skein of yarn, a new loaf of bread kind of a morning, underscored wisdom, relentless blends of truth.