There was thinking about doodling.
How it is like catching stray moments.
In the context of one's busy life, notes to self on the go. Thread-less crumbs.
Nine of them. On the loose. But not really. Oftentimes the stray things have a direct tie to a heart that is less concerned with who cares.
There will be some traveling (light). Soon. Here and there. On and off. Small practice journeys. I think stray moments might be a good way to stay in touch, keep thoughts going. Storming. There are scraps of paper everywhere and it is easy to borrow a pen for a bit. So when they show up, these stray moments, when they are here, except for this time...I'm not(but in a way I am). Maybe just in between.
Please note I accidentally deleted a bunch of emails from last week. If you reached out and did not hear back, try again. There are more stray spaces in my brain lately and I am still learning to manage all from this new-fangled phone that seems at times, smarter than me. On the list: master the mobile and keep moving.
