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It is raining today. It will, most probably, rain tomorrow as well.It is OK. Seeds are planted andI have flow, liquidity on my mind. The sound of the rain is helping me concentrate.
I am looking at some old things, and dreaming of some new ones. But really not acting on them. Because the indigo is fermenting and I need it to move with this thought flow.
So I will just get back to the Magic Feather Project for now. Bring the cloth I call Home to the table. Do a little Rain Dance in my mind. It is a good dreaming cloth. Some folks find it distracting to address more than one thing at a time. Not me. To me it reinforces the idea that one thing might also be another. And that is what helps me keep going. Do One Thing at a Time. That is the one piece of advice from Mom that I never took to heart. Still it was a jumping off point.
I love how wet wood looks, How the moisture creeps into the grain. Holds and darkens the pattern. Rain dyed. While it lasts.
I checked out the fermentation vat before going to bed. And then thunderstorms. Hot and steamy day. Happy vat.
A quick cloth moment. An overlapping nine lives patch. And thoughts about how time/ order slips/ slides beneath itself. Nine moons tacked quite invisibly to an old wash cloth. Dyed Blue. Resting.
I feel something in me slipping, shifting. No, maybe not in me but around me. I walk yet I slide beneath the path of others. I slip between the hurried footsteps behind me. I am invisibly connected to a swift current yet dragged just below the surface. I have a name that I do not recognize when it is spoken. This I dreamed. Lost in going, the going of others. Turning back, I trampled over myself.