Be... Dream... Play...

doodle and chai...

Today

I treated myself

to a tall chai

(with heated maple-syrupy soy milk)

and a little doodling

in one of the chai books

all dozen of which

are now bound

I can not resist

wrapping

and bundling them

in valentine

and springtime hues

hello February...

 

xox - eb.

 

how to: have your orange and eat it too...

roll-ups

roll-ups are the answer

I am in love with blood oranges

in all ways

slice them thinly

place the slices on a perforated pizza pan

flip frequently

on the wood stove

and what have you got?

radiant rubies

cadmium citrus blast

but

perhaps (like me)

you can not resist

eating

a slice,

a segment (or two)

letting the rosy juice

trickle down your chin

well,

after you have eaten

roll 'em up!

roll up the rind

bind tightly

with waxed linen thread

let dry

and - voila - blood orange roll-ups!

hints of hot pink, cream-sickle

and sunshiny marigold

aren't they yummy?

 

and

now - let's walk together

 

xox - eb.

warmth...

warmth

is the magnet

like a moth to flame

gravitating

toward the fire

the wood stove

the things that sing

from the blue heat

that diamond place

of radiance

the center

the ground

circling

rotating

dancing dervish...

 

for more warmth visit:

postcards from paradise

my friend Sharon

and for a citrus blast - go here

 

xox - eb.

 

soak it up...

this rainbow was saved

for a gray and icy day

soak up the sunshine

haiku my heart

xox - eb.

ice...

every day walks

walking daily

daily walks - moving vigorously through space

the big loop or just the little one

this is my practice

this is how I think

this is

what I do everyday

but now

as the sunshine and warm temperatures

seduce me out

the ice

has made this daily given

trecherous

while negotiating a round-about the ice

I went splat - oh I am ever so careful

no injuries

but dang

this ice

has me cornered

and it might be awhile...

so

I'm eating the blood oranges

xox - eb.

open page...

aromatic star

rests atop a barely blue

plaid and stripey bound

pod-heart boat vessel

cups a red seed kiss burning

open page awaits

how do you

live your poetry?

 

xox - eb.

 

 

treasure...

I always find treasure on my walks

thankfully my parka has plently of pockets

but I always wish

that I had stuffed a grocery bag

in one of those pockets

yesterday

was a day of bundling up collections

of treasured things

tea dyed tags

on rusty

circled silks

chai bundles

and bones

maybe it is this odd winter

of circling around the ice

but I am smitten

with bundling

and gathering

circling round

the bundles

a drawing in close

a sensual love

for the odd, the found, the potentially discarded

but also

there are the treasures

that don't fit into my pockets

the quiet

sitting spots

the snow hearts

the tracks of wing-ed things

taking flight...

and the treasure

of your e-mails, notes and comments

here and here

many heartfelt thanks,

your generosity

is most appreciated...

 

xox - eb.

 

 

 

water dragon...

Happy Chinese New Year!

xox - eb.

delighted...

I am delighted

to be featured here

among many fascinating women...

Finally Me is a wonderful site - brainchild of Meri...

if you would like to read my interview with her

click here...

 

yes! - more sunshine,

xox - eb.

tea and oranges, stripeys - tiny books...

circling

around the wood stove

and warmth

this icy snow-less winter

sending out

a batch of stripeys...

I am entranced

by the loveliness

of mark making

with tea and oranges

binding up the tinies

richly aromatic, tactile, warm...

 

sending you this,

xox - eb.