and then, the "sky" became just a cloudy grey.
am thinking about the words magical realism.
just at the end of the day i noticed this at the bottom of the front porch steps,
turn your head to the right and there it is right by the wooden box….?????? What IS it?
got my finger wet with spit and rubbed off the dirt….
I have No Idea. What it looks most like is some very old piece of linoleum???
but it's Beauty FULL, the colors, the wildness of it's design, and there's ways to deal with things….i could pick it out of the earth with my finger or a stick, i could cover it back up, make it hidden again as it must have been for a long long time, or i can imagine things about it. Maybe tomorrow i'll pour a little water on it and take another clearer pic.
But this is actually a good example of what i was trying to think about all day…magical realism….how i have somehow for whatever reason in the last years, lost my relationship with that. Did i lose my Heart for it?, My Eye for it?, was it too hard to communicate so i just stopped trying? Have i
"settled" ? Because there's been too much other Stuff?
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