Morning Fog...
Last night, looking at yesterday's dot, talking to myself...
I have so many questions.
I feel a bit outside of myself.
Not sure what I mean by that.
This morning wondering if this Bird Robe will become a dot diary for 2023. I really do have enough blankets. Many unfinished. Maybe dots will be a way to finish a lot of things. Even though a dot has always been a way to begin.
Fog with trees or a body of water are favourites…magic…yes.
I tell myself stories
talking to myself out loud lately. more “real” than an internal dialogue, perhaps a recognition of being outside of self. wondering if that changes the course of thought. ha!
it seems different, a different kind of layer, out loud, maybe makes the listening more apparent.
Fog and moons or dots. Three of my favorite things.
i like how fog makes a certain kind of change visible
Dots, the alpha and omega.
Love the eclipse.
ight and dark are such form builders
Magical dot, oh my what a great artist you are🥰
ha, well maybe just a joodler
the language of dot.
(or, even, morse code?)
the man here has his own coded language since childhood.
I love fog, it’s so soothing and filled with mystery and maybe even possibility?
Your dot is a mandala to me. Lovely!
yes fog always reminds me how many layers things have.
I could stare at this dot for a long time, already have.
Nice to see you here again today.
Fog always signals time to stay put, be careful, take it easy.
Making dots on a foggy day sounds delicious.
a dot can bring focus.
I understand. Me too.
A moon dot! Of course!
Of course, of course.
Jude this is no ordinary dot…
so simple though, I love when simplicity is more.
I love the crescent moon when you can just see the suggestion of the whole round of it, life’s like that sometimes, and sometimes it isn’t.
Your stitched moon is so beautiful and making a diary of dots on the Bird robe is such a brilliant idea.
I love that the shape is held by the texture of the darkness. life, yes. I have so may large cloths here and I love to keep adding to them.
Loving the fog and the stitched crescent moon. The gentle fog leads us into the heart of winter.
fog is so transformational.
the gentlest of all
love the moon dot
it was so simple. like the moon is.
I am following you. You are so brilliant. Keep going!
always going until I am not…
Your bird robe as a dot diary sounds like a great idea 💙
Yes, I love it….
the moon in all its phases never ceases to make me smile … so too each of your posts
This is simple enough for me, many beginnings…
Just lovely!
Questions? lots of them. afraid of the answers, not for me but for Humanity
Ha, yes, really…
Good morning, Jude. I love Winter fog…it quiets the Quiet.
a reminder to see through…