Could it be possible that I just changed my mind about Everything?
All at once?
Because that is how it feels.
Winter changed its mind as well, it is 60 degrees here at sunrise. On this December morn.
Maybe it's the Moon?
I cannot use words to say how I feel. I just see things differently.
How will that take form?
I guess that is always the question.
No not all those who wander are lost. But maybe for some of us, well, that is what wandering is for.
Not to find something.
But to lose something. To overcome the fear in that.
To let some thing go. And then to know it wasn't really there anyway. Put that no thing in the basket, to hold it, and bring it home.
I have been using clothworks as sketches. So when they fly away, I can hold on to them in different form.
This morning, early, I thought... I need to paint this drawing table white. I did some photo play because there was no real paint. And then I got caught in the moment. I live in these moments. They open something for me.
It is Wednesday. I think I can and
will might settle into What if Wednesday going forward. Mostly.