Dollar Store. No calendars where they had been before. eee but then there they were, two boxes full and it's Puppies, Baby Animals, Landscapes, Architecture of Europe, Seas and Oceans, many of each …..no Butterflies. but too good to be true, but True, at the back of the second box, this ONE and only This One…..i'm taking it as a sign. And these last days of silence here….experiencing what that's been like….if there was no more Windthread??? no more of whatever this is / has become…reading the comments and being unable to respond….MISSING the exchange. The connection of US. the pulse of the Thread. Many thoughts and i ended up thinking in terms of Field Notes…as Deb G references. Field notes. I googled.
the researcher's documentation of events, conversations and behaviors observed in the field, and the researcher's reflections on them. and then i thought….WHAT? field?????? What's the field? it's more than a field. There's the field of this Hill, the field of going to Town, the field of citizenship in this country at this time in history, and then….the field of my Mind/Heart
so…ok. this for now. Field Notes.
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