Tuesday, January 27, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle

The thermometer seems to be stuck these days, actually all of January, seems like, at eight below zero. But, thankfully, the sun continues to shine and in the afternoon, light streaming in south windows can almost make you think of Spring.

Such weather calls, of course, for comfort food, so I'm cooking up a big pot of red beans and rice which immediately takes me back to the year I spent in Cajun country. Talk about food! Those folks know how to cook (and eat) (and drink), believe you me. New Iberia, Hendersonville, Lafayette, Breaux Bridge--even though you're in Louisiana, in the USA, it's like another country. The Cajun French/English is beautiful, though not always understandable; the country is astonishing in its wildness and oh yes, back to the food...words simply fail me. But then there's the weather--hot, humid and lots of rain. Winter and early spring are lovely, but I remember a weekend spent in New Orleans (which is not actually in Cajun land, but right next door). It rained 12" that weekend! I also remember seeing photos in the newspaper (though I did NOT see this myself) of a large snake hanging from a street sign after one particulary large deluge. Had I observed it myself, you would not have seen the dust (if there were any) of my leaving that place.

Nevertheless, it is a wondrous and beautiful land. The other scene I vividly remember is sunset on Avery Island--a bird sanctuary--and the sky, in every direction, filled with large birds--egrets, herons, cranes, storks, pelicans--winging in to roost for the night. Unforgettable...

Saturday, January 24, 2009


Photo/Collage by S. Auberle

Bright sunshine this morning, 4 below zero. Though I'm one of winter's greatest fans, I must admit I'm not a fan of such windchill temperatures that you can't be outside for any length of time without danger of frostbite. But there's a hearty breakfast this morning of sunny-side up eggs and cornmeal mush--comfort food that takes you back to childhood mornings when all the world was bright, below zero or not.

Wrote this poem a few years ago, but it fits:

Five degrees
this 24th day of January
and about this time
winter begins to hurt
but the black brush
of crow wings
still inks
this white sky
a Chinese painting
in flowing progress
cracked voices singing
all is joy...
- mimi

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Let the brokenness end.

Monday, January 19, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle

seven degrees this morning
snow in the air
in no particular order
this happiness
as bright
and fleeting
as a cardinal
on the wing...
- mimi

Friday, January 16, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle

"Approach love
and cooking
reckless abandon."
- the Dalai Lama

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Print by S. Auberle

Last night
there was snow
and fierce wind
every print
fox, bird, deer
human, vehicle
landscape sculpted
this morning
blank canvas
you start over
the road
the painting
the poem
no footsteps ahead
no easier path
made by Those
who've gone before
it is only you
and pristine emptiness
- mimi

Monday, January 12, 2009


Paintings by S. Auberle

Still nothing new coming, so I'm playing around with old stuff. Amazing what a click of the computer button can do... The photo of a painting of mine directly above these words is the original. The top photo of the exact same painting has been altered, digitally, with one simple click. Wow--the colors are much better, and the possibilities are endless!

Sunday, January 11, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle

This is what my creative mind looks like right now...Closed. Wordless. Frozen. Yikes... Nothing is coming. Maybe it's the cold and snow. Maybe it's just the well filling and filling, prior to a great creative outburst. Maybe, maybe..

Here is the sum total of my creativity today...the green and yellow painting? Really only the paint smears on the board I paint on...


- mimi

Monday, January 05, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle

"For last year's words
belong to last year's language
and next year's words
await another voice..."
- T. S. Eliot

Saturday, January 03, 2009


Wagner Road Elementary School Choir

"All that is gold
does not glitter;
not all those that wander
are lost."
- J. R. R. Tolkien

Friday, January 02, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle
Many years ago I volunteered at a nursing home, reading to people who were blind or unable to hold a book. I became good friends with a gentle woman named Ingrid, who was completely paralyed from the neck down. She was an older woman who'd lost her husband some years before, and she'd had no children. I have never, since that time, met a person who so loved life and people. In spite of the fact that she was completely immobile and bedridden, she cherished all the small things we, in our mobility, overlook. She gave me a gift one day--this small scroll, written in Swedish or Norwegian--I don't remember which. And I may have the words wrong, but it seems to me it translated as Remember only the good hours.
Looking back at 2008 in all its joys and difficulties, both universal and private, it seems a good thing to remember...
- mimi