i couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night. got up and just looked around for a while. went outside and into the big place where the goats sleep and they were confused at my appearence. they made quiet sounds, Mercy got up and came to the fence. i came back in. went back to sleep and when i woke this morning it was to the "thought" of
There is too much thinking. you are thinking about thinking. it's unnecessary.
hmmm.
so, before i left for work again, i spent time with the Unforseen

just moving things around. looking.

and i realized that my way of Being in general has changed a lot, in the last years of Cloth Making. I don't think i Can or Want to, go back…to Thinking. and even tho there was some humor to it, even then, i don't think i can do things in a "structured" way, a "scientific" way. the first of the Unforseen cloths will ask for a lot of just looking that might take all of me, maybe for days. so, one day may turn into many, in a good way. 
and i was out this morning to the big buck pen's water tub to find this early being floating. and i thought it was dead, but when i fished it out, it was not. and as i look at this pic, i like it how all the lines on my very dry fingers are marked by having scraped out the residue in last year's Indigo vat (in which there were 3 very dried up pieces of cloth).
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