Ink & Alchemy
  • Home
  • Studio Diary
    • Studio Diary 2021
    • Studio Diary 2020
    • Studio Diary 2019
  • Create
  • Cottage
    • ABQ
    • Tour
  • Coaching

Beebox

5/21/2020

0 Comments

 
It was early morning and we had the legs of newborn calves. Our eyes brimmed with mountains nestled under sky, our breath was winter white. We ran. 

I hardly knew her but she already knew me. She knew that I needed to stand on a salted surf board in the Costa Rica sun. That I longed for someone else’s pillows, dolphins gliding beside a tiny boat, drunken dancing in a second story bar with the breeze sliding in over rough wooden rails. I needed to rip my notebook paper to shreds. I needed pebbles so hot that we ran across the sand, laughter rising into the air to meet the cranes.

The spring after we returned, she knew that I needed enormous jars of honey just scraped from the beebox and fresh eggs that needed a good wash. How did she know that the thing I most needed in the world was a small bucket of kale, hardly beginning to sprout? It’s out there now in my garden,and is so much like her -  wise and lush, sleek and dark, quiet and strong. 
Picture
0 Comments

Your comment will be posted after it is approved.


Leave a Reply.

    Archives​

    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020

    Back to images

Instagram

Linktree

CONTACT
Copyright © 2021
  • Home
  • Studio Diary
    • Studio Diary 2021
    • Studio Diary 2020
    • Studio Diary 2019
  • Create
  • Cottage
    • ABQ
    • Tour
  • Coaching