Thill’s Meditation

Thill’s revisited, or should I say I went back into the folder, pulled some more images into Photoshop, ’cause those brown boxes in the face of white and gray made me warm. Those boxes–would they get ruined by the coming snows? Why do they say “seafood”? Why have I never shopped at Thill’s?

I went to Thill’s once with Evyind (a fellow co-worker at the Marquette Food Co-op) who I believe was looking for a cut of fish to use in sushi which I don’t eat. And that was over 4 years ago.

I once made a connection with a student (on the autistic spectrum) as I read a book and pointed to stormy waves and mentioned lake Superior. The student said one word, Thill’s. And took the book from me and headed to a quiet corner of the school library.

Here I sit trying to find words today. I am frightened by my income taxes. Feeling beat down for making just over povery wages. Wondering can this be what all my hard work has afforded me? I will expand on this soon, promise.

Then this morning the alarm went off and I looked out the bedroom window to wind, snow, drifts, and the window has snow piled in front of it. It was gray when I went into the YMCA for Aqua Therapy.

Then I emerged from hot tub and sauna. I exited the “Y” to sun. I thought the hope I have, the hope I can share is in photos. I can still build what I want. I can make changes. I am a person who makes changes. I am.