Begun. the colors are: Indian Ink, my beloved Payne's Grey, Iron Blue, Sepia Ink. I am going slow. Very very slow. How to depict
a day
Cynthia sometimes sends me photographs of how Morning looks from her Point of View. Almost always, there are no words. She lives on a hill at the edge of her family's CSA and Orchard in Vermont. She looks across to a distant horizon. It is the Same but also, always Different.
Yesterday tho, this came.
when i clicked it and this opened to me so early in the still dark of the morning, my Whole Body responded…..I was flooded with aliveness, with a natural flow of energy….i don't have more words for it, but it FED my Wondering about Lives, about what they are For. How maybe they are For living days at a time, single days at a time, in wholehearted endeavor and great spirit.
and when i emailed back saying how much this photograph meant to me, she gave some words:
"whenever they are moved to a new site, they explore….find the best place, the best fallen branches or those easily tugged and they form huge round nests in which to settle, or rest or the night…"
She walks and sometimes comes upon them in their deep and leafy nests.
There is this vague almost invisible thread to my days, about how at some point i am "supposed" to leave here and move to where everyone else is. I don't actively think about it much anymore because i don't know when that some point may be, but the thread remains. And somehow seeing these two pigs makes it ok. You explore. You find the best materials and you make your Place for that Season. You don't find need to go beyond the Season. You are Good. in your leafy nest.
windthread 
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