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Heliocentrism, or heliocentricism, is the astronomical model in which the Earth and planets revolve around the Sun at the center of the Solar System. The word comes from the Greek (ἥλιος helios "sun" and κέντρον kentron "center").
I've rocked inward a bit after a couple of rotten days which culminated yesterday in a huge messy accident in the studio when the bottom fell out of an old indigo vat (which I had moved from the garage, to keep it warm). It's a huge mess that has left me emptied as well. And then, right before bed I received a message from PayPal that someone opened a dispute case and wanted a refund with no explanation why and no attempt to contact me first. Ok. Refunds are no problem but really, just send an email. It is not a dispute until we disagree. This PayPal legal stuff, over a few bucks, is just really an unnecessary hassle. I've had no luck contacting the person involved, so if you come here today, just know the refund has been issued. Please resolve the dispute.
I made this photo collage over coffee, Yesterday over Today, the sense of confusion in that. And then not. Because I found my center in this new day. Like we do, witness the familiar personal sunrise. And now I will keep going. I think a lot of things are not working at the moment. Let me change them.
Today it is raining. Not a lot. Not Enough really.
But enough to delay the scheduled firewood delivery. Monday then. No stacking today.
But more water for dyeing.
it's dark today and the overhead light is my Sun
It is interesting how different it seem to be hosting a "class" here on the blog. It doesn't seem like that. It seems more like what I called a "Diary Series". A long term day to day creative journey. But different still, being more mixed into regular life. I think that is what it has all become. The teaching thing has merged with the blog. This is significant for me. The Becoming One. For one thing, it takes the stress of scheduling out of it. And really, it makes it all so much more real. Free-er. In a way it all has become one, less. But in another way it all became more. Now it certainly is more about Just Going. Oddly, the security code for getting into the original class was "just going". I marvel at how the layers of days bring new form to my thinking.
Anyway, this teaching series is now officially renamed. The SunMoonStars Diary. I made that one word. And added it to my computer's dictionary so it would stop reminding me about breaking rules.
I'll tell you why I like this. Because this is how it is for all of us. We share the Sun and the Moon and the Stars. And we share how it goes, day to day, as we find time for creative thinking as the world turns. We are not different in this regard. Maybe only in how we manage it, how we see it, what we expect from it.
So before I did some new storming, I cut out the text from the original word play and saved it as an image. Then I added some color. Digitally. For folks who are computer-comfortable, this is no big deal. Not everyone is. So in real life, it is like printing out the text on paper cutting it out to the size you want. And then maybe painting over it, using the text as a base. I like how the words then might become like image. A sketch or a painting.
When you paint with a computer, the color is always interrupted by closed edges. I laughed out loud as the little moons formed here. Not expected, initially annoying, now gloriously appropriate because I noticed them.
So I am stopped in my original tracks and the moon has been caught in my words. And my words in Old Sky. Probably if my mind had not been slowed down by focus in the first place, I might have filled in the spaces.
This morning across the studio door again. A spider's web.
Walked through it yesterday. Broke it while not taking the time to notice. I used the other door this morning.
The small woodshed is stacked with leftovers from some spring clearing and some new scrap from a caring boy's wood shop. We will be visiting regularly now to pick up this beautiful hardwood to use in the wood stove as the weather cools.
The old asphalt driveway, here since I moved in. Falling away. The man has decided to patch it with homemade cement stones. I suggested he might consider nine.
As I get older I worry about not feeling well. My mind runs away with me, imagining what it might be instead of what it is.
But no doctor. Old Sea. Old sea speaks to me.
And apple cider vinegar and honey in a bottle of water. Mom's cure all. Day 2.
Two little girls on the beach yesterday. Hours spent catching little fish in their net. Putting them in a bucket. And finally throwing them back. I sat and watched for a long time as it seemed they caught me in many memories from my own childhood. As the sound of the waves seemed to wash my worries away. I floated. I stitched.
House of Stray. I called it that a while back. I am still calling that. It is about safety. Relationship. The freedom to choose Way.
By sundown I felt better. I slept. Here I am. Feeling good.
Still working at finishing up what is here. Because after a while there is no room for new ideas.
But sometimes when I pick up an old idea,it feels new again. And that's good enough.
Working my way around the edge. It's bigger than I remember.
Impatience. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the heatwave to be over. What good is that? I took this picture this morning. The dawn was slowly erasing the clock face and I laughed to myself. Time out. Stop it.
I notice evidence of a slow chew. Something kept going without bitching.
I put a cloth frame around this old thing. Some history here...
Frame, border, edge. A Design/Composition thing. A new category for Feel Free maybe. I have so may thoughts to organize.