Ground Plane

 

The rain in Spain, and other things that go together.

 

Dear You,

There's so much packed into a word!  All the meaning there ever was for you, and then, all the meaning in the future, and the dictionary meaning, and also, the translation meaning, and all the meaning for another one!  It's very crowded inside words.  

There was a cloudburst, and that, means just one phrase:  Cloudburst at Shingle Street.   Your song for the day, and a teensy part of what can be carried in the word 'cloudburst.'

Until the clouds lift.

herd

 

White Robe, Susan Rothenberg, 1974.

Dear Riders,

Today, a small herd of horses: a poem, two paintings, and a song.  None of these horses have been overly romanticized, or infantilized, or idealized, and I like to see that.  I hope you do, too.

Chix, Susan Rothenberg, 2003.

inverse

Dear Listeners,

Two songs for you, today.  They are kind of inversions of each other; for certain occasions, you will want to invoke You Won't Fall, and other times, maybe even right now, you will want to use Don't Let Me Down.

erasure

 

Shed.

 

OK

Dear Whomever & All,

How are you?  Take a few minutes to answer, or you can use these handy check boxes:

[]  Nothing nice to say, so saying nothing.

[]  I'm fine.

[]  I'm well.

[]  Could be worse, considering.

[]  I am too privileged to be entitled to be anything but guiltily fine.

I thank you for asking me, in kind; I am feeling surprised, at how low one can go.  Have this song, for today, and let's keep a good thought for tomorrow, as remote as that seems.