Half faced. An eclipse of self I was thinking. Then how much the moon can teach us. About the temporary. And the constancy. Of appearing and disappearing. How to work with that. Use it actually, to get a sense of how it is, was, might be. Might always be.
So it's magic. To me, how things appear and disappear. Not as in trickery or illusion, but as a real part of going. Like night into day and back again. A natural order.
And then as an evolution. How funny it is that we sometimes wish or imagine everything would change but we don't include ourselves. As if we get to just watch, untouched.
Yesterday I met my crippled self, the one that might not walk too well, that appears now and then, more often.
Yesterday I finished the stitching on this one, by deciding it was enough to hold it together.
I will try to rebuild my PlaceKeeper here. For now though, a link has been placed in the sidebar to the old page on Typepad which need some serious updating because a lot of the links have disappeared. Over time.