6/24

A not so early start, hit traffic,
Get easel for friend, drive more, meet
Joel for dinner.

6/23

Quick trip to see your sister
Who is looking good, full of life,
A delight to see.

6/21

Being here strengthens my awareness
Of how reclusive are the days 
Of a painter,


How one needs stretches of solitary
To practice, to perfect a craft, 
To create beauty.


Being here aware of the interruptions
That stall the day into broken bits
That steal time.

6/20

Seems my circle of friends grows smaller,
Not a happenstance on purpose,
Just what is.

6/18

Feels different, being in my mother's home.
I am easy here, really more
In the moment


My mother's moment as we talk and eat and
Just hang, a little gardening, a little housework,
More, time together

6/16

Day ends with beautiful light on this town perched
Along the dunes' end, all dappled from impressive clouds
Filtering the colors


Soft blues and roses and lemony tinged whites over
Peached sands and stone and grayed clapboards and docks,
waters of seagreens. 

6/14

It is a soft evening of light rain in P'town
A friend and I walk the familiar street winding through
This old town.

6/13

Driving...again...car packed, dogs in back,
I travel these same old roads...ten hours
However you measure.

6/11

Tired and moving about too much
And it is coming to mind, need to learn to stay still.
Just not today.


I have let a little thing pop up which
I let keep me from driving away this day.
That is fine.

6/10

A reply: You are very welcome at all times to whine. god knows
I have burdened you for years but pay back in this case is
A privilege saved


For good and honest friends and special bonded persons...
...you are passing to the next phase. always be true to yourself
in dark times


keep your special sense of humor and smarts.
don't take any wooden nickles. come see me.
bring the dogs

6/9

This house is these days worth half what we thought.
Will be going no where else quickly, sometimes life alone
need be ok


Then, well, am reminded of "what if's". Do know they
Do not exist and I do continue to assimilate and accept and
Look for joy.


Which does happen,  here and there. Wrote our friend, Thanks
For still caring to hear of my concerns as sometimes need
Someone besides myself.

6/7

In a shop, leafing through a book, read this quote:

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, 
Which I find myself constantly walking around 
In the daytime, and falling in at night. 
I miss you like hell.  

Edna St. Vincent Millay

6/6

I do come together these days filled with friends, 
Joined by art, not really to escape but to combine
Sweet time together.

6/3

I have been here before, this home by the creek,
Have settled in feeling comfortable and welcomed,
Time to savor.


Good space and land and food and most sweet
Company and the chance for more sweet time taken
To enjoy friends.

6/1

Car packed, dogs and painting equipment stowed,
Heading for the western shore to paint again
With friends