Patti. thanks for this. Its somehow comforting to know that what sometimes when I wake up too early you might be up too..connection feels good. I guess thats why we write.
Patti. thanks for this. Its somehow comforting to know that when sometimes I wake up too early you might be up too..connection feels good. I guess thats why we write.
I love this piece - how you describe your travels in your mind to the people you love, and to everything that goes on in the world. Truly beautiful.
I used to find it very very troubling to not be able to sleep when I was younger (getting into thoughts like circles and spirals about it…) but have not had the same issue for a while. Last night I didn’t sleep well but I’m more calm about it these days. As you say it is alright.
In younger days, it was desirable to travel and be away from home, but in later years home is more like a holiday. It takes much energy to travel, even to visit family and friends. Home, a book, coffee and toast...and a cat 🐈⬛
Once upon a time I traveled the world as if it were a painting being created in real time by just me. It was beautiful, scary, and thoughtful. As my vision and hearing declined to blindness and profound deafness I found that home, full of those photos that I’m now turning into tactile paintings and pottery, were a way to reflect, and perhaps even connect more, with my sight of spirit. My travels served as lights along a path that now inspire lighthouses in my mind.
I love coming back home from a trip. Right now I am in Leticia, Colombian border with Brazil and Peru, after seeing you in Bogotá. I am quite homesick but there are a few days more of travelling before going back home. It’s a wonderful feeling. Savour it, Patti!
Patti. thanks for this. Its somehow comforting to know that what sometimes when I wake up too early you might be up too..connection feels good. I guess thats why we write.
Patti. thanks for this. Its somehow comforting to know that when sometimes I wake up too early you might be up too..connection feels good. I guess thats why we write.
Lovely Patti, the last sentence. Much love
I love this piece - how you describe your travels in your mind to the people you love, and to everything that goes on in the world. Truly beautiful.
I used to find it very very troubling to not be able to sleep when I was younger (getting into thoughts like circles and spirals about it…) but have not had the same issue for a while. Last night I didn’t sleep well but I’m more calm about it these days. As you say it is alright.
In younger days, it was desirable to travel and be away from home, but in later years home is more like a holiday. It takes much energy to travel, even to visit family and friends. Home, a book, coffee and toast...and a cat 🐈⬛
Once upon a time I traveled the world as if it were a painting being created in real time by just me. It was beautiful, scary, and thoughtful. As my vision and hearing declined to blindness and profound deafness I found that home, full of those photos that I’m now turning into tactile paintings and pottery, were a way to reflect, and perhaps even connect more, with my sight of spirit. My travels served as lights along a path that now inspire lighthouses in my mind.
I love any post that has a picture of a Patrick Modiano book in it.
“My not so perfect world that is at least temporarily mine.” What a perfect description of my home...thank you Patti.
Such a wonderfully homey read. In violent agreement.
love the quiet mornings. birds a chirping. the feel of my pup next to me. my mind clear. body recharged. free of bombardment of government
actions. not knowing who died. what crimes committed. smelling coffee from the kitchen. home agin.
Home.... it feels
good just saying it. :)
I got home too yesterday
Home :
My books looking at me
Words on open pages
Waiting
My plants survived but one looked as if it had been beaten down by a tornado
Too hot and not enough water
But this morning she came back up
Such joy! So grateful for so little, just a bit of water and love
And Leaves are facing the sky again
My faithful beautiful green friends
i wonder if they sense the wildfires
I wonder if they sleep too
I wonder if
One day
We will learn to listen to them
Welcome home❤️❤️❤️
Your photos make me long to be in NYC. I grew up on Long Island and the city was my playground.
Thanks for the pictures.
I love coming back home from a trip. Right now I am in Leticia, Colombian border with Brazil and Peru, after seeing you in Bogotá. I am quite homesick but there are a few days more of travelling before going back home. It’s a wonderful feeling. Savour it, Patti!
❤