I'm thinking about posting again - it's been months!

There have been tons of things going on - I'm going through my photos at flickr to find the thread to begin the story.

in the meantime - Pablo Neruda poetry below, one of my favorites for the fragment "...then to dance with unmeasured fury..."

It rains
over the sand, over the roof
the theme of the rain,
the long Ls of rain fall slowly
over the pages
of my everlasting love,
this salt of every day.

Rain, return to your old nest,
return with your needles to the past.
Today I long for the whitest space,
winters whiteness for a branch
of green rosebush and golden roses.
Something of infinite spring
that today was waiting, under a cloudless sky
and whiteness was waiting,
When the rain returned
to sadly drum
against the window,
then to dance with unmeasured fury
over my heart and over the roof,
reclaiming it's place,
asking me for a cup to fill once more
with needles,
with transparent time,
with tears.

and a photo from August a few years ago: