Blue folds quietly around the house, like dye adhering gradually to the fragile white shells of eggs. Snow is falling, still, again, and it makes me sad. Iâ€™m longing for spring, longing for raw green, for delicate petals, for grass. Iâ€™m moody tonight, tired after a day of dying easter eggs, making tiki masala with friends for dinner, and finding out that my best friend is moving to freaking Sacramento. One of those all-out weekends, of laughter and over-extending. Hunting for brightly colored plastic ovals in the stubble of grass and snow in a friend's back yard; fighting with Bean about naps after too many jelly beans and too much excitement; and feeling out of synch with the calendar this year. Now Iâ€™m curled into the rumpled cushions of the couch, with the symphony of the dishwasher whirring up around me, and the cats pacing across warm floors.
But, instead of moping, Iâ€™ve been tagged (twice) with a cool meme. The Thinking Blogger Awards. My votes go to:
Sunday School Rebel--because her poems are THAT good, because she talks to god, and because I wish we lived next door.
Le Petit Hiboux--because she's written 20,000 words for a novel, and is pursuing the wild, illusive profession I'm terrified to take up: full time writer.
Rosa Murillo--because her found art pies are relics of pure inspiration, and the universe must be smiling because of all her beautiful gifts.
La Vie En Rose--because her contemplative poems and her exquisite photos and her generous spirit are always make me pause.