If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
Out flat , on the round glass table for stitching down. Tabled I usually say. Almost all stitched down actually. Not perfect but that's the idea. Just stitched down. Holding.
Actually, not a bad TableCloth.
It's a blanket though.
Note to self, it could be both, why not?
A Table Blanket.
and just to say...
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So then...
This Circle of Green, maybe I could also call it Life.
Just talking...
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Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green.
A Pool of Green for no reason.
So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk.
How things really go, let's count the ways today.
The video is cut off at the beginning, I said I'm sorry about the shadow, but actually not really sorry. I just thought I should say that. It dragged on a bit, way too much, and I was a bit out of the ring of vision. But too lazy to edit. The washer was running. The man began asking me questions as he was trying to fix the hinge on my computer, which, we know at this point cannot be fixed. The house is small and it's hard to get away from each other. The sound carries. It was raining and so that was that. A pool of green seemed a way to escape. AND So again, the goal here, has to become not to present a soft edged fairy-tale in slo-mo with a soundtrack as if everything is perfectly aligned (which I, like all other creatives might consider convincing and valuable, some more than others),but to show and tell how it goes. I am not sure we learn that much from the "hollywood" effect anyway. I guess we are entertained and can rest there. But we are more likely to aspire to what cannot be. Or just isn't. Which makes us into followers. Which seems the goal of the century. And all that might come with that.
I am not being negative. Someone asked a question this week. What are you learning about yourself through all this? I think I feel a bit confused about the effects. The changes. Except the part about me that is becoming increasingly impatient with bullshit. Especially my own. I think more deeply and then make a note to myself... getting older makes bullshit less and less useful. Probably because there's not enough time for it.
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And then after watching this again, another note to self...another self perhaps. From another perspective...we all have enough of reality anyway so why not seek out the fairy-tale? Who needs to watch this? I could have just said I drew a circle and scrunched some silk into it and now it looks like a pool of green. I like it. And that's enough. Then I might take a picture of myself running through the forest wearing this as a cape. I might enjoy that I suppose and and you too.
Life is hilariously confusing.
The rain stopped and the squirrels dug up all the seedlings in the raised beds on the porch. I'll not worry too much about gardening to eat this year. Whatever grows grows. I doubt the fencing will go up this season. Money will be spent on chimney repair first, which looks like a big job. And there are certainly enough wild greens to eat. I will perhaps concentrate on composting and caring for and pruning what's here. Especially that pear tree. Maybe plant a few small fruit trees. Sow some wildflowers. Buy from and support local food growers.
Just now the resident red fox hopped over the stone wall and ran under the porch and down into the woods below. I see her every morning. She reminds me of Just Going.
The bird box, rescued from a fallen tree that was cut up this week.
Hung it here because there was a nail. Digitally doodled a circle of green around the hole, just to see before I paint it on.
A circle of Green came to mind. A circle of green.
Washed. Dried in the sun. Stacked, topped with an apple. Because. Wine in a green bottle.
Then, ok. I had snatched this back from the shop the other day. Because I kept liking it so much. Especially for the circle that imperfection revealed. Maybe only I like those kinds of things.
I acted on a thought. Not what I envisioned. But OK.
I think there is enough green for what I had envisioned as well. Maybe for the other side. I am going to stitch this down. I will talk about it after looking for a while.
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