Focus

When students say, "I don't have anything to write about," I think What? What? Are you kidding? You just need to look closely at something. Anything at all. Your hand. An eye. A leaf. A mushroom. Just lean in and focus. . .


The strange, stunning, giant yellow mushroom in the photos here was in our yard this morning. I've never seen anything quite like it. Had to get down and look closely. Had to grab a ruler so you'd know I wasn't exaggerating.  Look underneath:

Incredible.

Of course, then I had to mess around . . .

'Night all.  May you dream of stunning yellow mushrooms, but don't be afraid . . .

Scenes

On the kitchen counter, this scene (above). There's a story there, many stories, yours for the telling.

When the grandchildren visit, we make up the story as we go along, like this:  "One day a grandmother was out in the mint forest and she came upon . . ."

There are scenes like this throughout the house. Must be a compulsion: to set up scenes and tell the stories, mm?

Reading a scene from The Unfinished Angel

This crazy Angel. . .here is a scene between a young girl, Zola, and the Angel: