If the sun ever shined, you would reach inside my mind,

But nobody seemed to warn you of what you might find.

A dance, a song, a memory of lies,

Music, madness, you see love in my eyes.

Love? Not me, Lust is all I know.

Love? Not you, I’ve long since let you go.

Snow rushing in, the sun it never shows,

Time running out. Freedom, it still flows.

The chase is here to haunt me, discover all my lies.

If you think you want me, look straight through my eyes.

Lust? Not you, love is all you know,

Lust for me, love will let you go.

Time is that melody without a note to show,

Love is still alive where lust no longer flows.

Time, that tricky thing, it has us all in ties–

Strangling our freedom, taking light out of our eyes.

I just thought I would start with some poetry today. I haven’t written anything in a while, but it’s a good way to get honest feelings out of the deepest part of me. When I write poetry, I just sort of let thoughts and feelings come out, and then I try to make them rhyme. The photo is from last summer when I went up to Crystal Lake, the most beautiful place close to where I live. Every summer I have to wait until July before the snow is melted enough to drive up there, but I have to go directly after the snow leaves or the waterfalls won’t be running. It’s all about timing.

I have been distracted from clay for the last few days. I think my mind has turned inward to focus more on self-awareness rather than actually sit down and worry about herbarium sculpture or making money or clay work. It is snowing today, which puts a halt to clay work anyway since I need a decent temperature to work outside in. Hopefully it will be back to summer in a couple of days. The snow isn’t sticking yet, but it’s only 9:30 am. Anyway, I do have a few ideas I would like to work on outside but the weather doesn’t permit. That means that I have to find things indoors to keep me happily busy. I tested my second batch of beer yesterday– one made with rice starch and toasted wheat starch (it was supposed to be wheat malt, but the wheat refused to sprout). I added sugar to the batch out of necessity, but I would really like to try doing it the right way when I can. It did turn out successful all the same… it tastes alright (it will be better with aging) and gives a light buzz after a bottle. Of course, I am a tiny person 😉 I am still brainstorming about how to set up a good photo, maybe like a cool Captain Morgan stance– a foot on top of a brewing bucket or big pan, one hand grabbing a big amber gallon jug, and a stein or clear bottle of beer in the other hand 🙂 Oh, and I will be wearing a red bandana and cut-off shorts… and maybe a roughed up wife-beater tank top… 😀 I have it all planned out, but I don’t want to do it until I successfully make it the right way using only malt as the malt with no sugar or molasses added. Then I will have to come up with a name for my brewery 🙂 I am full of ideas when I’m bored and stuck inside…

I haven’t made anything artistic since Monday when I finished a couple of clay projects. I did take some random photos outside that seemed like they would turn out nice, but I’ve been too lazy to upload and process them. Our crabapple tree is in full blossom (so of course, by default, it must snow.) so I wanted to capture it before the petals fell. I do want to get back to creating cool stuff, but the cold weather is highly unmotivational for me. I didn’t even exercise this morning…