article: The ART of being here | written down

My husband and I are doing the art journal together. These are pics from our nine years of being together. Our three year old daughter, four month old great dane, and characters from the aquarium make an appearence. We brainstormed words that describe who we are and where we’ve come from and we put those on the leaves. The poetry excerpt is a favorite of my husbands.

Here’s the poem:
Through my history’s despite
and ruin, I have come
to it’s remainder, and here
have made the beginning
of a farm intended to become
my art of being here.
By it i would instruct
my wants: they should belong
to one another and to this place.
Until my song comes here
to learn its words, my art
is but the hope of song.
-Wendle Berry, from “History”

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