I am (we are) the Between.
Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.
Is compassion a kind of intelligence?
A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?
These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series. But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about the new class. Like I often do.
Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.
Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.
