Maybe Temple is not a good word. It’s connection to religion. Worship. Not my thing. In any form. Somewhere along the way, I was told, never talk about God, it will drive people away. I never take advice. Know me, I say. But, so, connection to something outside one’s self. The bigger, even if it is simply a kind of respect, acknowledgement of the smallness of self, I think temple can be used like that. Not sacred space but a […]
Like… …like a tree by the river of sanity. This one rested a while and called for attention. I will sit with it for a spell. A combination of 3 different pieces. I tend to break things down, catching thoughts, creating symbols and expressing selves. Components, over time, puzzle pieces. I feel it’s time to put them back together. See who I have become. And then, if there is time, let go and start all over again. You all […]
Mantra Sanskrit Derived from the word think. Thought catching then. Repeating the sense of this floating through time. Maybe at least 9 times. This one, time is more obviously not standing still. And perhaps the nine, more obviously a kind of personal logic, to hold something. I am not a Buddhist. I am trying to remind myself. about Just Going. Maybe I am a NINE-ist. Clever,,, but really, I don’t like to call myself anything. Labels divide us.
What if, was the question. What if Trust could be something like floating through time? That simple. I’ve been distracted from things here, the Zone and almost everything I think I need to be doing. This small cloth brought back some simple peace. Actually growing from ideas about living on a houseboat from years back. Also a what if. We are older now, but still, floating through time. With questions and the same sense that floating brings. And then, the […]
I may just call her Done aka Singing Woman. She ended up resting here for a while… My cloths have become kind, they often hold one another. Until it is time to go. While small cloths are about being held, large cloths are about holding. Blankets, not art. It is important to me that they not be “art”. It is hard to explain. But someday I will be able to find the words. If I live long enough. Weird summer. […]
Two young ones and an empty space from last year’s wood pile. Soon to be filled with next season’s wood pile. We need to get to that. And a feeling of going without knowing where. But with a sense of why. Which is quite automated in me. Trust. Trust in what? Do deer trust they will find food? Grow up strong? Find a mate? Live in a beautiful place? Realize their potential? Or do they just keep going because it […]
I simply had to laugh. All the trimming we have done here and already the sumac has grown back in the field of ferns. Throwing shade on the garden. And tree guy says… everything grows back, there is no stopping that. Keep an eye on it, let it be, or get a chain saw , or pay me, I don’t mind. Growing here has taken off. In all directions. I can actually catch it in motion. But I have no […]