windthread

the ROOM has been quite orderly for a while now.  Since i went through everything and put like colors in their own baskets….when was that?  seems like a long time ago.   …in their own baskets as opposed to splayed out on the table,  over the edges of things,  which i think in this moment is the Natural State of cloth….

but today,  as i spent Every Minute doing OutSide work,  morning till almost dusk,  i realized that that's nice,  but not inspiring.  Times like this, winter,  when it's Necessary to live by the Sky,  there's not a lot of time to just daydream.    So,  since there's going to be 3 upcoming rain/snow days,  maybe i'll make a little mess.  A mess where cloth co~mingles and can move around of its own accord,  which seems to give it Voice.  and we talk.

just to look.  only the bottom piece might stay.  the other two,  just give a sense of how it might go.  How it feels like dreams are rooms…different scenarios ,  different rooms,  moving among them,  how the rooms wait for the dreamer.  Maybe it's all like dream Plays.  Things in place,  waiting for the dreamer to arrive so they can Begin.