in the moment

I was tracking a boy from the window. It was drizzling rain but he still took the cliff path. 

Before I had finished moaning in my head about the greyness of the day I saw the small face of his dog in the grass. 

The happiest smiling dog who was in the moment, in the pleasure of that day, more than any of us.

the paragon cafe in katoomba

 in katoomba

or "shining falling water"

the paragon cafe

of 1909

so very old here

in the new world

of australia

lady!

lady!

you have made

a perfect

head shaped you 

for my picture.

not in a cafe in paris

nor a burlesque bar in berlin,

in a field in faithlegg

bathed in blush.

starving the bad wolf to feed the soul

is there a goal here? well maybe one.....

no plan, no name, no readers
this shadow at the door.

a bad wolf who comes up with a lot of reasons for me to stay hidden and quiet....

remembering the best way to outwit the bad wolf
 by always slithering sideways
rewarding the soul with open space and the giddy expectation of
NO RULES.

a sketch book, a blank page.
a portal to explore and experiment, a jotter full of notes to self,
sketches, outlines. 

no commenting required, keeping counsel.......
just putting stuff out there and letting it hang in the wind.

why? because creativity needs to blossom and as yet, too tender to plant out,
a little more hot housing is in order.
 this shield of glass is keeping the wind from getting in at the sides,
it's thin and transparent but it's solid.

if you just found your way here, please feel welcome.
maybe you are on a similar jaunt?
maybe our paths will cross over time?
maybe you have something to teach me?
meanwhile I am trusting this and yielding to impulse.....

the boy

london june 2013