It rained like no tomorrow late yesterday. But here it is.
I plan to be away for August.
I need the time. And space. To rearrange. Shift. Center.
Balance is a matter of practice I think. One must be ready at any moment for everything to change. Even if it is just the wind. One must practice change more than anything. Manage the unexpected. Dance with it. Not repeat the same old same old in hopes to get it right.
I will be checking my email now and then. Posting a photo or two when it happens. The only surfing I will be doing is the kind that happens when you catch a wave.
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The indigo vat waited patiently and yesterday I realized it was ready. But last night the raccoons got into it.
Knocked it over .
It's been so long, and I was just about to get to it.
For a moment I felt sad.
I've a lot of blue scrap here though, and I have decided to make a quilt for my son. The Boy. So a lot of the scrap will get used. Many blue squares are piling up. It will be a summer blanket. Simple and blue. The kind I used to make in simpler times. It will probably take me the year to finish it. Leaving me with less and him with something useful.
Thank you raccoons, for reminding me I have enough. For now.