Here. Floating between memory and Dreaming. Thinking a lot about in between. As if there is anything else really.
I added a few more details here.
Newness, hope, stars to wish on. And she is still floating. With legs of change.
And another cabin, I want to call it A transition Cabin. And also, Reaching for change.
I tried removing the background and ended up here, which I like because what was, what is and what I imagined, they all became one. That has me reconsidering what we might consider being present as not just Here, but really Everywhere. Not letting go of past and future but embracing all of it, which might simply expand our vision.
July is almost over. So lets' look to August. I will gather myself and put out a Newsletter to kick it off. I hear the cicadas. Summer has indeed matured. How fast the season has passed for me. Whoosh.
New post in the Forever Zone today...
This morning I am thinking of in between as the present moment, always the moment between past and future. It really is what we have. 🙂 Over the last few days I’ve sensed the change in light…August light which to me is always different than July. More mellow. Today it is raining but it’s just supposed to be today and then back to sunny and mid to high 70’s.
Yes, and how in-between seems to actually include all we can remember or imagine. I feel the shift most definitely.
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hey there
hard to believe that it is almost august!
transitions is a good name for this time of year. i’ve been hearing crickets along with the cicadas these days.
Right? Days went slow and the poof!
…to find beauty in the floating, instead of just waiting to land. I must remember this.
Love the richly colored painting 💙
Sounds easy but hard to break old habits, right?
SO HARD
Snippet of a poem by Wendell Berry: “When despair for the world grows in me & I wake in the night at the least sound, in fear of what my life & my children’s lives may be, I go lie down where the wood drake rests…. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.”
Ah, yes…thank you.
Of course, easy to say- more difficult to do…. we keep working at it. :0)
Beautiful.
I agree, whoosh… a bit too whooshy for me, life has been so weird in this transition time for me. Believe it or not, I JUST potted some annuals for my front stoop last weekend.😳. I really giggled at the expression of the floating self, the whiskers and expression are fab.
I just planted some more tomatoes, it’s so hot, what the hell?
Go for it!
Done!
Sometimes the most beautiful moments are the ones we almost miss. The ones gently hiding in between…
Yes, they can be so tiny and fleeting…
Floating in liminal spaces of potential always really
Floating, no wonder I love the sea…
Love your painted Cats!
How nice that you hung on to an early work. I am no artist, but I often wonder what happened to my large childhood portfolio of pencil sketchings, pastels, and oils….I fantasize that they are stuffed away behind other lost things in a dusty antique shop somewhere. I dare not picture them in a heap of junk-to-be-burned.
I have most of them in a box, loose
Lovely words to read this morning, Jude. Resonating, I am aware (sometimes) I am always going even when I am staying, and all that I experience and experienced goes with me and stays with me, when I notice and when I don’t notice — in a stream of every thing, every where, all of once. I (sometimes) choose, or so it seems! The mind bending beauty of this life, to carry on, to enjoy! Thank you, Jude.
Yes to all your lovely words.
“It’s funny how exactly when just doesn’t matter anymore. Just before today seems good enough.” Definitely something that has caught my attention in recent years! Late summer-early autumn … I love the subtle cues that this time of year offers, harbingers of my favorite season to come. Transition.
Suddenly new sound, love that…