This funny little stanza from the beautiful poem, "As I Was Sleeping" by Antonio Machado resonates so much with me that I've transcribed it for the past seven years, around my birthday. It reminds me of my human-ness. The re-writing of this one particularly is grounding for me--it reminds me that, within our failings, beyond our failures is another chance and the beauty within fortitude informs our successes. Life is an ocean waving, and a beehive of fancy work to do and un-do. The visceral idea of creating something new, crafting a new chapter and finding, within whatever chance was lost, whatever bitterness perceived, the sweet honey our hearts want to make, is finally all we can do to get back to grace.
Penned with J. Herbin ink, a beautiful old French ink that's been around since the 1700's and who's maker, a sailor named J. Herbin "made ink for Louis XIV, and a black ink for the sole use of Victor Hugo" and also a walnut brown ink made by hand by the owners of Monograph Bookwerks in Portland, Oregon on cream 6"x8" Arches cotton rag sketch paper.
Unframed, packaged flat and safe in archival tissue and hard envelope.