Yes, Amos!

When I paint with my watercolors I find myself in another place, far from everyday life. I am complete.

When I am persuading a new poem to emerge from the clutter and noise of the day I am enthralled by the voice that can only be heard when I listen, and so often speaks late at night.

When I plant the seeds that hold our winter's food, or when I pick the tomatoes and peas that grow, I am content to savor that time of peace..

When I dig for potatoes in the soft ground and my hands are sure and quick, closing around big and small tubers, I am rich.

When I'm singing and voice, tune, and words are braided together so well a new song emerges, I am filled with joy.

maeve