I pulled this one back to the worktable yesterday. I thought it was done. Or close. I keep having this urge to call everything Just Going ... and then clarify that along the way ... ... ...
This one? Just Going... Without a True Sense of Direction
This is more obviously about being swept away I said to myself... but finding a place in that. Swept into maybe. I had this little face left over from something. I imagined it to be me, surprised by all that is happening, but pinned to it all at least. A way to find a sense of order to it. My place, if only for a moment.
And today is Friday and I will be sitting with the Magic Feather Cloth instead. Taking the "me" out of things for a while. And just going in a bigger sense. Finding a sense of myself there, common sense, a place in that for a while. I have been blown off course.
It promises to be another nice cold damp weekend.
See you later.