The Shape of Mountains

It’s a new year but it’s also a new day by day.  I try not to shape the future but I am trying to imagine the shape of it.  It appears to be in the shape of mountains.

A mountain of ironing that will never be done; I’ve grown proud of the creases.  A mountain of washing up that demands attention when I can’t find my favourite knife or spoon or dish or a space to fit the kettle under the tap.  That last thing gets me going.  Mining the mountain to retrieve what I need and thereby obliterating it.

A mountain of works in progress; books to read; fruit to eat before they rot.  A mountain of Other Things to Do.  As long as there are other things to do I can forget the other mountains; never mind that Other Things rise into more mountains.

 

 

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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13 Responses to The Shape of Mountains

  1. Laurie Graves says:

    Yes, indeed! I try not to get overwhelmed by my mountain of chores, but I’m not always successful. Love the hat!

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  2. Yeah. Know that feeling too. Love your pics. (I moved the iron and board down to the train for sewing use only so that I never have to do any ‘normal’ ironing. It always seemed to me the most ridiculous use of my time.) :)

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  3. gaiainaction says:

    Link seems broken right now, will try again tomorrow. Sounds interesting.

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