Probably we don’t always say what pops into our heads. Maybe we just say what seems appropriate, clever or inspiring… I am wandering off from that ,in my mind, today. Trying to loosen up. I am 72. 7+2 is 9. Nine inspires a personal kind of order for me. I can find 9 where others can’t. It is quite chaotic and comforting at the same time. There is a sense of peace in that.
Imperfection. I wonder why it makes us uncomfortable? It is still a kind of holding. Reassured that Magnolia will bloom this season. It is freezing again this morning, but she will make it. Last year was so sad, but it wasn’t the end. Only small stitching could happen during the man’s eye surgery. It was so quick and the staff so efficient and friendly, I spent most of my time engaged in conversation.
Just heart in February. All the while thinking of how many ways things might be put together. Hold, And fall apart. The holding. In between appearing and disappearing. Holding. Is that really a thing or a sense of some thing? A little Skitch Skatch then. I added Thingness to the glossary today. I don’t use that word much but I think a lot about it. I am working on a woven base. Because it has been a while and I […]
2023 Just Going, no Growing. I have been going and going, but have I been growing? I’m old, growing, what can it mean? Growing old. Simply growing up, I suppose that idea has changed for me, maturity. Maybe outgrowing is more like it. I feel something like growing pains. And I am seasoned enough to know what that means. Some things are so slow. Or seem slower than imagined. I suppose, like time, who can understand. Really. Except to feel […]
I love how, in it’s undoing, it holds the scraps of another’s undoing. And how that might build something unknowable but has a sense of appearing. Form. Just noticing, I guess, that everything is always disappearing. And at the same time, in the disappearing, making room for appearing. Sometimes revelation has nothing to do with what others may have already realized. Said. Told you even. It is quite personal. Not a contest to see who got there first. Learning […]