Here is Old Nine. Hanging by a thread. A cloth that reminds me how much I like nine and that I could spend the rest of my life expressing that. It reminds me also, how long I have been doing all this. This old blog is weary. So. Time away.
Falling into my weaving self. And High Summer. UnDoing aspiration, obligation. A vacation in a sense from too many internet places. Just Considering for a while.