so i watch Selma Hayack as Frida k and i feel ok living. And the things, most things, that we do to one another. the things that happen....
And i long for a succulent and cacti garden...
and i think of my failed attempts.
and i'm willing to try again.
I have a dead one, in a big clay pot, that has blackened from the freezes.
I'd had it for awhile.
And i let it die.
I've killed lots of th ings.
thinking
still
When I was going to Arizona State, I planted such a garden in the back yard. you have to minimize the H2O. I use to have an assortment of them here, on my kitchen window sill as a reminder of those days. I gave them away, one by one, until only one was left. The last one died. Maybe loneliness?
ReplyDeleteThings do not happen for a reason, other than the fact that someone acted, or failed to act. Maybe an earthquake. A hurricane? even then, what precautions were (or were not) taken?
I want a dog. But I am to unstable. Sometimes I think that I seem to flit about, here, there everywhere. Trying to overcome boredom. Boredom is an all encompassing word. Frustration, loneliness, lack of desire, overwhelming desire, a mind that will not slow down... thinking about everything and nothing all at once.
If you killed lots of things, I guess you have loved lots of things, too.