spending time. as in, how do i spend my time. and/or spending ….Life. how do i spend my life.
this all is nothing new…i've put it here before a lot. But it was just the Spring Equinox of that 77th year that has long held meaning to me. and the sense of things is at a new level. Circumstances in the last short while have had it so there has been no time for Making, cloth and drawing. How does that FEEL, grace, for real. Is there some sense of relief? In just going about the necessities of the days? that in themselves are good and more than enough? What IS this sense of Getting REAL about the making , if i need to continue? What does that mean that is different? Why do i really want to define that so much right now, instead of…. just going, some In/some Out.
and then…things like this. The Turkey Tail. Trametes versicolor. You can google. Used around the world for centuries for it's medicinal benefits. Growing here in it's Joy of self. If i LEARN. the How of it. to harvest, to keep, to offer. But i haven't.
we passed this cluster 2 days ago and said…Turkey Tail. Today, after a long GOOD rain, when Emrie and i passed….this….
all brilliant and so Alive, but then also….some other being having become involved here…???? Beneficial?, to the Turkey Tail?, or………not? I need to go back tomorrow and look long and long. Looking for Real.
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