I guess I am attracted to children listening to the music in the subways.
They have such pure responses to whom is playing.
Wonder and Delight.

My days are so different now.
I have more time moving my body and seeing how it works. I am aware of my thoughts. Aware in a new way. Not quite aware enough to explain I think that will come with time.
I have broomed on so much paint this week I can’t even count. I don’t want to.
Just today though I am at six.
Brooming and cleaning, brooming and cleaning.
We use a big garage push broom to cover the canvas. We pour on the paint with a haws watering can. My arms and shoulders are not quite screaming, but pretty close.

The photo above is the string that pulls at the edge of canvas. I love pulling the string. It just pulls and pulls into these beautiful little balls. Lovely and white.

I believed in fairies. When I was a girl, I was sure there were fairies. I had seen the proof. Here is my story. Nicole had a much older brother, I think he was five or six years older than we were. He was big into Dungeons & Dragons. With the little pewter figures he would paint himself. While he was at school Nicole and I would sneak into his room and look at his collection. I loved the weight of them and the tiny details. We were really careful, because obviously we were NOT supposed to go in his room and we knew it. We were probably about four. One day her brother came up to us and he said he had something to show us. We were thrilled. We were being included and it was something amazing if he was willing to share it with us. He walked us over to this empty lot near their house. Telling us all the while that we couldn't tell anyone. We had to be really really quite. We had to not talk or stomp. We followed blindly across to the open light. Then he said if we were we might be lucky enough to see the fairies that he and his friends had just seen. We were silenced. As we got closer to the area we walked carefully. Trying to be really quite. Then he stopped and showed us this little city. It was beautiful. Delicate rope bridges and houses built into the dirt. It was amazing. There were tiny footprints. Tiny bundles of wood (for whittling) abandoned in the walkways. We weren't quite enough, so the fairies had hidden. Nicole and I sat there quietly for a while wishing to catch a glimpse of a fairy. Nicole got bored of waiting and wanted to do something else. So we left. I was devastated that I didn't get a chance to see the fairies. But that little fairy city was burned into my soul. It was years later, when I was visiting Nicole as a teenager that he told us about the fairy city that he had built with his friends. The time and effort for fooling to girls was amazing. Of course I said I knew that it was fake, but I had always believed that the little fairy city was real and truth. I can still picture it in my mind, which is a feet in itself, since I hardly ever remember childhood memories. In honor of that little story here is a fairy ring I found while taking photos at this farm in California over the holidays. If you don’t yet know about the amazing whipup created by kath. Check it out and see the amazing group she has compiled and all the amazing entries.