Yesterday we got boosted. I feel like crap. Is it the weekend already? Everyone I speak to is either sad or mad. The deer missed one. Or, then, I thought, they left me one. And that made me glad. Glad feels good. A relief. I took this picture because it seemed a nice way to capture the idea of community. All at different stages of whatever it will be, but still together somehow on the path to how it will […]
I may just call her Done aka Singing Woman. She ended up resting here for a while… My cloths have become kind, they often hold one another. Until it is time to go. While small cloths are about being held, large cloths are about holding. Blankets, not art. It is important to me that they not be “art”. It is hard to explain. But someday I will be able to find the words. If I live long enough. Weird summer. […]
Excuse the break. It is messy and noisy and I’ve no mind for cloth or even thought catching. No quiet except at the end of the day when we take a walk through the woods. I really do like it as a skeleton. And speaking of such things, apparently there was, once upon a time, a snake (?) in that soggy old roof.
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