What happened here is quite astounding to me. Even after all the history with this process. And that’s exactly what it is for really. To accustom my selves with the unexpected. Without worrying if it fits in. That is to grow in the moment of discovery. Which is often an uncovering. Or maybe more likely a result of seeing through. I will talk now, because I want to let the thoughts that have not yet formed form. joodling
I am imagining now, some sort of way to add permanent lines to cloth , using homemade ink, not pen. Some thing I don’t need to buy.
I think one of the reasons I sometimes prefer audio over video is the authenticity of it. Of course that is because I have managed to feel comfortable with it as if I am talking to myself. There is no script. There needs to be no preparation for it. It is just a reconsidering of what has happened. A gut reaction. And it becomes a bridge to what MIGHT come next. Or a mend ( I have a few patchwords) for what MIGHT have happened, but didn’t. And it may reveal a rawness which teaches me about what open is.
So yesterday’s self was open to it all. And I love what Deb did here…
Loose Thought to Self: Skoodle vs Sketch.
Since yesterday, much snow has melted on the hill outside the kitchen area. The hill that is mostly stone. There are 3 Dears resting there. Can you see them?
A quick story. Early at sunrise we, Soul-o and I, we saw them standing at the ridge. Suddenly white tails in the air, like 3 moons rising. They remained frozen for a good while. Then, some stamping. Then a bobcat! Leaping over the wall and running through the front of the property and down the hill. Then after a bit. Rest. No camera on hand, just how it happened.