Morning Pages June 23rd 2023

June arrives with all it’s longing.

First it’s Marilyn’s birthday.

Then Sydney’s.

I buy a box of not yet ready peaches.

And then I share them with my daughter.

The summer beginning to smell of propane.

For days and days we are without hot water. Boiling three big pans full for the baby’s bath. Showering outside in the evening air. My husband rigging up a camping shower to our propane tank. Wrapping the hose around a c-stand so I can step under it. And I am thrilled to be naked and outside. Making my husband laugh. The mosquitos just beginning to make themselves known.

Sometimes nothing feels good and I just have to let everything go.

Getting butter at the market but forgetting eggs.

Wanting tomatoes and sunflowers.

A set of poppies springing up on the hillside. Bright red. Cinematic. I become obsessed. Field Poppy also known as Corn Poppy or Headache. Symbolizing the fallen.

Are you keeping note of everything she is saying? Kate asks of the baby.

Now saying bubble and bird and yeah and book and boot and hi and up and bite and Daad endlessly. And then finally Mama? Making my heart sing. Still dancing to Golden Years.