the time of Many Feelings. When all that was    is done.   When all that will be     is unknown.    As it goes,   YouTube gave me something.   i was not looking.  I could not have possibly looked because i had no idea. The Tuareg People.    A Berber ethnic group traditionally nomadic pastoralists who…

just out of nowhere on the bottom of the To Do list.      Thank you,  pencil

typepad is odd tonight…but brought this and it's good because we often miss Sunny Ray.   The girls talk about him a lot.  Wish they could give him a peanut.

  cursive.   One thing wikipedia says is that  cursive is a style of penmanship in which characters are written joined in a flowing manner generally for the purpose of making writing faster.        Not so much in the beginning.

working on a card to send my son's daughter,  Giana,   for the completion of her 11th year…embarking on the 12th.  They are in Colorado….far from here. she draws.   you might remember seeing a post here with her drawing a while back.    i'd gotten a book… Botanical Drawing   Penny Brown for myself a while ago…and…

Magic Diaries Cloth     Jude Hill    N Mex    the Wall of the Room in the house  there.      Maybe 6 1/2 ft  x   3 something  ?   Big.  This is a print out from the old printer …pasted into the Drawing Book.     It's here,  somewhere,  the Cloth,    rolled up.   tucked in. …

i  want to stay here.   keep Telling about this one Gentle day.   Over and over till i can  say it "right",  till i see    it   "right",   know it for what it is,  for ALL That it Is…. that might be     days.      to talk to my mind about not pushing away,  but…

To be fully Present.    and i was.   I lived    this day    with all my questions,  with drifting back through years and then imagining forward into what might come Over and over     letting this happen and then,  Over and over  the gentle strength of an ebb and flow  Wind would bring me…

pressed,  like flowers,   in the drawing book,   3 cloths    not sure what the intent was for this,   but here we are. Jude told us,   all those many years ago,   told us      that scraps of cloth,  any cloth,   could be stitched together and tell a story.   and even if the scraps were not…