But enough to delay the scheduled firewood delivery. Monday then. No stacking today.
But more water for dyeing.
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.