Looking here. Looking has become quite an activity. Or, really, just passing by. Humming to myself. The back of one cloth over another. Some scrap over that. And now Grow over that. Sometimes I just live with this, forgetting about what might be underneath, for a long time. Maybe forever. Moving through days as needed. I drew some lines with a sharpie. I pinned some cutouts. But mostly I don’t know. What if it is just ok? The illusion, in […]
May or an Impression of May… in early morning light. Over a cloth called Heal. How one just fits to the other. How one thing becomes another through pairing. Pairings. Each giving something to New Form. I know it is spring, I have my first poison ivy. And today I consider more seriously leaving the metaverse, a big step to somewhere else. It is warm and sunny and I am going outside to plant more morning glories. Maybe build a […]
I placed my Deep Pool of Thought over a Nest of Days so I might Reconsider Freedom. Gee, that’s a mouthful, isn’t it? From the side, Three cloths deep, but many more moments… It became a Medicine wheel Basket. In my mind. Not a shield but a deep pool of holding some sort of personal order. And acceptance. Of what might be but maybe never will be. And I can rest in that, the imagined. The form that arises if […]
What a common thing to say, but now I catch myself, how untrue. What’s done is done? Not. Nothing is done, only paused but then not even that. It’s all just going. The things we might casually tell our children might be so misleading. Reconsider. I placed it, Everything is So Fragile, over Heal, which has become almost a regular ceremony for the unfinished lately… now thinking healing is never finished. And then over something else, just to give it […]
There was a storm. A small branch fell from an overhead tree to the deck below. The young morning glory, previously supported by a wooden skewer was hanging down, knocked over by the heavy rain. I stuck the branch into the soil, for it to lean on, before going to bed. In the morning, this. I really like looking at Freedom over Heal. And how it seems to have become some sort of personal medicine wheel. It seems as wet […]
There is really just a moment when you look. Considering how. The cloth we can call done. The becoming seems always just beginning. I made a new list. Let’s call it a recipe. And on it, look, re-engage, move through it and consider it done. Make room. Continue.