continuing to think about joy. Which would be different for everyone, and even different for all of Us at different times. But…just well, kind of a generic joy for me. How is that?
Small moments. Small spontaneously joy~ full moments when i See or Read or Think or Feel or Hear just this sudden kind of Trill of sensing…. it is Suddenly There, the vibration is High and Fine and then subsides, slowly. Leaving a kind of glow. Is this it? Today, i'm thinking so. But i am still open to understanding more….
but as i put these pics here, already i understand more because taking this next handful of wet fragments, pulling the cat hair off with my fingers, realizing i might not want to really straighten them before pinning, but let them curl as they will, being lost in the doing of this, the repetitive motion of it and then hanging it Out….there was joy here and it was sustained over maybe a half hour. And it was not unexpected…i'd done it just yesterday. But a feeling of joy, again. no less.
And then joy because it was 69 degrees today. I left the door wide open just after noon. We came and went. No door. No need for a door. In. Out. a Flow. Most likely, there will be more cold days. Very possible even some snow. Which made it even more joy Full.
and that's what i think this cloth is about. All the small joys. That are just There, floating, to be noticed and received or not, but There, nonetheless. I woke the other morning thinking that if everything just went along, it might be maybe the best day ever. And i thought about how i could think this Every morning upon waking. And really, it would be true. There are intermittant Events that are Events….that are Events of Joy. For me, that might be maybe when all my kids are here. Or, most of my kids. When it's bizzy and loud and we are moving against eachother like the Goats do. Flank to flank. Or even, less than that, when the Vet came and something i could not imagine possible, WAS. or the Garden. Seedlings coming UP, through the earth. Green….Ready. Occasional Joys. But there are also these common joys that appear and reappear and weave the reality of a life. i need to think more.
this is the first time i did this. Just put a arbitrary piece of cloth there as a face. Did not define a
head.
Let the eyes, nostrils, mouth and hair do that. It works for me. But i don't know if it works for "the viewer".
and here, i'm wanting to do it again. The drawing of just the essential features, almost unattached to the "body", which is just the most rudimentary Form, is enough. The drawing of the essential face to me is how we "create" ourselves….as singular beings among many. We are confined some by our biology as human, but we Create who we are by uhhhh, gesture and intention. In the first pic here, it's Intention. In this new cloth, it's Gesture. ?? So, looking at this too. I like this looking.
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