The Dogwood turns first.
Sometimes as early as mid August, leave are on the ground.
With the summer's dryness I expected that. They held on. Maybe the roots reach further. Deeper. Finding some invisible flow.
The rain always brings forth the color. Knocks the dry leaves off the branches. And they have begun to gather along the edge of the brick path outside the door. The curve of that path has become the edge of a basket, in my mind, over the years. It's sunken center has created a soft ridge that catches and holds. A never ending opportunity for sweeping. Nothing like a good sweep.
Everywhere I look I see holding.
Layers of holding. This fine web, holding on, holding rain, holding a fallen leaf, so much, even holding my attention. And for another moment maybe yours.
I glance at the Magic Cloth still hanging on the wall. Still in process. I think about carry. Hold. Carry. Hold has more stillness. Carry holds Going.
I made a test audio to put here. My audio recorder still works fine. I convert my audios into video format to avoid technical issues across the internet. The video software I use and depend on failed again this morning. I'll try again later. But it looks like I need to purchase an upgrade. A bit of a learning curve will certainly follow. So we are set for a slightly slower go for Sun Moon Stars workshop.
Just Hold on. It's good practice anyway.
