It’s quiet here. Dare I say peaceful? I know houses don’t make much noise – especially mountain houses but it seems more silent than ever before. The land is restored to an earlier state. Different than it was in 1983 before the building began yet it restored to a raw place, pre-human dwelling place. Grass is blooming in patches, birds are singing, bugs are crawling, small wildflowers are poking up in unlikely spots. The hummingbirds have returned and we welcome them with small feeder on our Astroturf lawn. I sit outside to write today, getting a later start due to lounging in bed until 7:30, taking out the trash (we have trash service again!), and a series of phone calls. Jessica is on the way to help me create some order and “continue” with the inventory process. The dreaded inventory feels just that, dreaded. Yet with the help of friends, it is doable. Alone, not so much.
It promises to be a warm day and I am grateful (as always) to live 3000 feet above the early season heat Denver will experience today. The shipping container will arrives later this morning and we will begin nesting there as well. More storage space for our small pile of detritus we have accumulated as well as the artifacts that lie in the elements, rusting even more on their newly scorched visages. I discovered an artist in Evergreen who makes small sculptures out of found art and was drawn to an angel she made from a collection of who knows what. I am creating a pile for her to commission an angel formed from what once was. Right now, the pile sits next to the totem pole and obstructs the view off the back of Flame. It needs to go somewhere else. The twisted and molten memories beckon and clog my mind more than it deserves to be clogged.
18 May, 2012 / 8 Comments