The morning, which is often violet here, is here.
I am here.
in the violet morning
During coffee, colors separate.
He has spent much time considering There.
I remembered my Father's words, out loud, "when you get there there's no there there jude"
And Here he settled.
So we are Here, with plans, but not There yet.
Happy New year all. May Here always be enough.
Coma.
The Coma Cloth was made to express a kind of shift in consciousness.
However I fold her, she seems to transform.
I use that to address stress. Remind myself to adjust.
I will not be able to post in Patchwork in Perspective today. So class is most likely postponed until next Wednesday unless a window of time is suddenly realized. Thank you for your patience.
Is confusion not knowing? Or is it a softness that comes to protect you from knowing. A cloud to rest in.
I don't think there is any better way to teach but by example.
That is how we teach ourselves.
If we are lucky, it doesn't take too much time to realize that knowing is an obstacle to that.
I flipped solstice over. Took the background out so I could look through. Solstice past and solstice present. And I can imagine solstice future very clearly. It is formless. A dream. And I can't wait to see.
And just like that, I realized that Patchwork in Perspective has suddenly taken on an evolutionary aspect. I need words, but they shall come, in time.
Today we drive to a house by the sea.
Who knows?
I carry my cloud with me. A temporary Coma.
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