Zen of Rocky

TOOLSHED DU FEMME In my main house, I have a brightly painted board created by the designer of Story People. On the board, the artist painted the words, “We lay there & looked up at the night sky & she told me about the stars called blue squares & red swirls & I told her I’d never heard of them. Of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own.”

My tool shed is a small center for art and for imagining. The (real) artwork has imaginary conversations. Knock, Knock. Who’s there? Me, Yin. Me, Yang.

I think I have the real and imaginary parts all worked out. So, you’ll say, “Today all I could remember was the way your body held the ocean of my self & for a moment there was only one us in all creation.” And the next day, I’ll make you a card that says, “If I love you with all my heart, what will you give me?” And of course I’ll write, “You don’t have to answer because I am going to do it anyway.”

In my tool shed, there’s (really) a small bird’s nest with two blue eggs, and a small piece of paper that’s woven through the nest. The piece of paper reads, “Come live with me and be my love.” So, you’ll move your tools into my tool shed, and that’s how we will be. That part will be real.