This moon pulls me even further away from tangible things. I hobbled to the sea. I spent time standing on the shoreline. Considering many things. As close to all things that I might manage. There is a strange calm to this summer. There must be a storm brewing somewhere.
On the wall today. As I reflect on life and baskets.
Yesterday I chopped up the bed frame to use for firewood.
And put the mattress on the floor. I feel more grounded somehow. It is good exercise to get up and down anyway. Tomorrow I will chop up the dresser and put the clothes in baskets. The bookcase. That can hold the baskets for now along with the books that are left.
The sea photo is a gift from my son, who wishes he could make a living taking pictures but it is not going to happen. The counting frame, from Turkey, a gift from the Man, who loves to count the ways. The pillowcase, an old patchwork piece that needs mending...a reminder. The painted lambskin lamp, from Morocco, a gift from my wandering brother.