i think we stumble upon things in life, just when we need them. and being aware that we need them is just an added little bonus. this week i am blissfully leafing through old poetry books i haven't read in years. and finding the perfect words to stitch into quilts. just while the ugliness that happened in boston is sitting deep in my belly. and little health concerns with our animals pick at my thoughts. and while i'm wondering if i'll ever have enough time to give to all the areas in my life that need some extra attention.
but i'm reading rilke and james joyce and baudelaire and verlaine and t.s. eliot and of course, ezra pound. there is soothing in their words. i often turn to the poets who boil up my innards like rimbaud and sexton and plath. but finding the rolling and sensual words without the barbs and sharpness is what i need for the quilts. and what i need for my frazzled soul right now.
today i made a quilt with the words of 'slumber song' by rilke. 'words as tender as eyelids'. wow!!!
so i keep finding dreamy poems and sewing them into dreamy quilts.