Today I am composed. I am the Composition. I am simply focused, I guess, on what’s here. freedom is Working on the incomplete and bringing them to a point of peace. Letting all else go. Be. I found this, from 101. Just rereading it. No need to change anything, nothing to add.
Yesterday… it was a moon. Today it became a sun. What if that makes it both? I’m splitting hairs…. splitting hairs It’s raining. And I need it. Sun. And I am thinking about sun. And I went back to look at some old sun storming. Sun-storming from Sun Moon Stars warmth, sunrise/sunset, daytime, sundial, radiance, center, rays, yellow, sunshine makes me happy, what’s new under the sun, solar energy, shadow, sky, life, constant I’m focused on the Center aspect and […]
And so it comes to pass…the process and resulting language system begins to ring true. The Extended Nine Patch here emerged through process of combining selves.. A cloth I am calling The Spirit Of Becoming pinned over a big cloth I call Heal. I continue here, building, because I need evidence. Even if it never proves anything to anyone else. Anyway, today’s unedited (always) stream of consciousness: composing
G. G is for green and yes there is more and more Green. And G is for Gross, the humidity and heat that is. But G is also, suddenly, for Goodness Gracious, Love in the Mist comes in colors! Grow is on the table. I am not measuring, just eyeballing, and now drawing a circle. The circle is drawn. measure G is for the page I made for Grow that needs attention. And G is for the Glossary I added […]
Yesterday was humid. We are climbing again toward record heat. I had some stomach bug and it wasn’t pretty. The nasturtiums are ok. They will grow here. And look at that soil, compost. Yay. It was just a stray emotion. Destined to be a loose stitched patch. But I kept going. Something like how we see things, how that might change. Over time. How we see things might even change our sense of time. I love how the contrasting seam […]
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. […]
Order. Personal Order, then Natural order. All seemingly, over a lifetime of illusion, part of Chaos. Life forms. The tendency to make sense of it all. Today I laughed while thinking about myself writing a book when I hardly ever read one. Also I realize I might not really enjoy it. The process. Then while thinking back to how many times I’ve said it’s not the thing it’s the journey. And then asking myself what if writing a book has […]