Prose Posies

A River of Stones- 1.27.12

Cara Holman — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 04:07:52 +0000

It’s so nice to be working in the garden again. I understand things like slugs and weeds and deadheading flowers. I wish people could be so simple.

A River of Stones- 1.26.12

Cara Holman — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 19:39:37 +0000

Dear Sunshine, I want you.I need you. What can I say? I know you want your space, and I am trying hard not to pressure you, but really, can’t you do better than these rare visits that only leave me wanting more? Is it a cliché to say that without you, my days seem grey and cheerless? Here’s hoping that you will soon be back to stay. Devotedly yours, Me.

A River of Stones- 1.25.12

Cara Holman — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:13:35 +0000

I am just about to go out the gate, when I catch the scent of a something lovely, and turn to see that the Sarcococca ruscifolia is in bloom. Suddenly I forget all about the saturated ground, the sodden piles of last year’s leaves, and even the storm clouds pending. Spring is just around the corner– I know it is.

A River of Stones- 1.24.12

Cara Holman — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 17:52:03 +0000

I stay on the treadmill long after I’ve lost interest, walk carefully around the puddles in the parking lot, when what I really long to do is splash my way through them, and resist the temptation to polish off the rest of the bag of cashews. Why did I ever think being an adult was all about freedom?

A River of Stones- 1.23.12

Cara Holman — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:58:14 +0000

morning fog…
what is there left to say
that hasn’t already been said?

A River of Stones- 1.22.12

Cara Holman — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 16:51:36 +0000

As I watch the bits and pieces of decades-old bills and papers fall away in the shredder, I feel a momentary pang, as if I am also obliterating bits and pieces of my life. But I also experience a liberating sense of release, imagining myself letting go of what no longer serves me.

A River of Stones- 1.21.12

Cara Holman — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 00:37:06 +0000

A break in the rain. Patches of blue skies. I slip on my jacket, just as the sun slips behind a cloud. But we walk anyway, with Zeus bounding on ahead of us, as if this were the nicest day of the year instead of a cold, grey day in January.

A River of Stones- 1.20.12

Cara Holman — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 03:02:35 +0000

I will not write about rain today. I will not write about rain today. I will not write about rain today.

Dreams

Cara Holman — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 18:20:24 +0000

I am much appreciative of the inspirational quotes WordPress gives me, every time I add a new post to my blog. I wasn’t reading them very closely at first, but now I am thoroughly enjoying them, and thought I would share them here, along with my response.

“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”– Marsha Norman

I’ve always been fascinated by what my dreams say about me, since I remember so many of them. They are generally very convoluted, involving little snippets of many things I have read, seen, or thought about in the past 24 hours. Other times, they seemingly come out of nowhere. Take last night’s dream, for instance. We had just gotten a new white kitten, and I was ecstatic that our two existing cats seemed not only to be accepting it, but were enamored with it. Then it died suddenly, and I woke up feeling sad. In another part of my dream,my father was still alive, and we were working out some complicated logistics of who would pick up my sister from the airport, and in which car. I apparently had some other commitment I couldn’t break, and all the cars were tied up. What is my soul trying to say about me, I wonder? I’m sure I don’t know.

A River of Stones- 1.19.12

Cara Holman — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 17:57:54 +0000

Today I am dreaming about a Gore-tex jacket, to go with my non-existent rain boots. Or growing a set of fins. Yes, I really think that should do it.