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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Monday, October 6, 2008

the smell in the kitchen

loved that we watched elegy in bed inthe middle of the afternoon
loved the smell of apple crisp baking in the oven
i love the spiral staircase that takes me to you
i loved the sun drenched walk in the city on saturday
i loved that i survived the dogs
i loved that he had a key and he did not hate me knocking at 6 am asking for it back
i loved that i survived you saying you did not want to be my friend
any more while you leaned on your pick up truck
i love that i would never do that to you
i love the smell of tomatoes, basil and garlic that travelled up the spiral staircase
i dropped the mirror and heard it crack, but i love that i did not get sad about it
loved even more when i uttered to myself "just try to give me seven years of bad luck"
i loved when i turned that song up really loud and danced in the kitchen
i loved all of it..well  almost!


Anonymous said...

i love that you wrote this...

heidi said...

i love your words & your photograph. I love the old formica counter in your kitchen.

Claire said...

this is heartbreakingly beautiful. i am loving your writing! thank you. please don't stop.

Tartelette said...

Your writing makes my heart swell :)