it is a dreary day. as i continue my thoughts on positive negative i am working with two styles of dots. one is the empty space, the hole ( from what if #162 ) . and the other the solid mass. sphere like. ... i also like the idea of dots as fasteners. connecting things in the process of filling a space that wasn't even there before.
this morning i uncurled from a restful sleep. it was quite early, before the first bird sang. i was thinking about how good it feels to be rested. i was thinking about that fuzzy state ( thank you Karen). in a fuzzy state everything melts together. the edges are softened and focus is somewhat lost and regained as bigger picture. i remembered the roof dots, soft spots, my friend velvet... and i remembered how we grow. a bit of green velvet (now the keeper of the fuzzy state) changed everything. it is obvious to me now that the center of a gentle and productive journey is a soft spot. a place to rest.
with renewed energy i do not scurry to finish. i continue.