....as i ripped the velvet from mom's wedding dress into strips, it sprinkled everything with a dreamy fairy like dust. and i dreamed of warm snow instead of vacuuming.
...with the intention of skatching a border for the pathways and bridges, i drifted with the snow idea and the harshness of the piece is now softened by a blanket of white and light, sculpted by stitches to retain the character of how velvet snow might come to rest. and now it is resting for a while.
...i worked a bit more on alphabet soup. just to stitch. because i was inspired by the childlike enthusiasm during the inauguration. and because all of a sudden D was for Dreaming, L was for Love multiplying and J was for Jude Juggling many thoughts at once. .
sometimes i just let myself float. day dreaming. letting the thoughts flow without struggling to focus. and i have been dreaming furiously at night. i don't jump up and jot things down anymore. i try to become more conscious of the thoughts without waking so i don't destroy the melting process, the soft slow drift. i think slowing down is what causes ideas to form. slow thinking is dreaming. i really feel sad when a child is given the impression that day dreaming is a waste of time.
today i woke with memories of uncurling and giant holes floating in liquid squares and the shape of trying and transparency and snoring as a language and cropped circles and huge ninepatches and velvet and silk shibori and lullabys. i can feel the shape of coma forming. without intention.
today WAS is practicing yoga.
