No filter. Except me. And then for no reason, except to see… Grow is on the table. There are 2 red rings. Suddenly, I began to imagine their basket function. Maybe as seed collectors. And it is the year of the dot. ring of seeds The bowl with the eyes… A beautiful gift. Thank you. It will be part of my first table-setting.
But she is beginning to see who she might be. Over the past days. A few changes. To create a sense of time, a sense of inbetween, a sense of wind, a sense of standing…and a sense of understanding. A sense of self. Expanding. Just considering all things. A new eye. Maybe in this form…skEYE. I think, in this form, as a result of overlapping fields, more than a looking eye. a seeing eye? But then, one that clearly arises […]
Yesterday, Liz, she mentioned Design Mending. I responded and then suddenly listened to myself, saying it has all become that. And yes, I truly feel that. Which goes back to my feelings about thingness and form. It is all moving. I source my energy from that. …after some stitching. The dots/circles look a bit like bubbles. I did not intend whales. Just life flow. But now they are there. …after some folding just to remove the house from view. Maybe […]
Is it possible? she asks herself, that full circle might not be as big or perfect as it seems in the scheme of things. So often associated with a lifetime. That we forget can be lived in a moment. Or 2 or at least, a few. Imagination is the other dimension. And you are the creator. But then suddenly, you might fall too far in, fall for illusion. Be lost forever. You never know how it might go. I have […]
The porch repair has changed the view, from outside, there is more through. The gutter has made a big change in the erosion. The flowers I did not plant always surprise me the most. The new eyes I am planting on the cloth I call Grow, they form so slowly. Just wait, I mumble to myself. The actual garden has far outpaced the one I imagine myself to be. Tomatoes do well here. I planted some seeds. Plants have popped […]
I am happy to see so many bees. I look forward to next year’s garden now that I am a bit more familiar with what will grow here. Rain barrels are the next project. And maybe an ark… just sayin’… The red line is drawn. Stitched. Pressed into the cloth, It seems the beginning of a basket. I sense so many here already. And the line came through. I had spread it on the floor, to look. Covered in cat […]