so on Monday i became officially on this planet 70 years. I type this and stop a bit to look at the print on the white space….70 years. Intellectually, i know this to be true because i was born in 1945. So…it's a fact. A fact. But experientially, i don't exactly know how to take in that Fact. And i don't mean in the way we glibly refer to aging….as not really, this is Real. These many years. Yet, somehow it's not all that different from 17 or 27 or 37 or or or and all the sevens…but this particular seven, the 70 has meaning to me in that seven is my most loved and best number. It also has meaning to me because i see it as a
Threshhold
We are down to serious shit here. so and OK.
this morning with the Inktense pencils.
a day
as it flows out.
I will keep the Mondays of work away because i have this iron work ethic, and the every other Tuesday. But really….i have
SPACE
now. I have days that belong to me. What will i chose to DO with them?
The big question.
For sure, there is night, Mother Night, in this drawing i think of this as a cradle. And night rolls softly and surely into Morning. These are Given. The rest….well, that is for me to uhhhhh, that is for me to Receive and do with what i will. No small thing.
while looking for the cloth upon which to place this sense of a Day, i looked here and again saw this incredible and BEAUTY full flaw in the weave….it took my breath away
windthread 
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