Packing.
Even though there's no place to go.
I love these, how they celebrate possibility. And natural order. I could love them forever just like this. The promise of play. A never ending game of what if.
So, let's look at that thing I said, and take another perspective. Packing, because there are a million places to go.
...hasn't materialized.
But it's a start.
It might be helpful to imagine oneself as a puzzle piece while feeling puzzled.
(New content link for Small Cloth)
Cleaning, sorting, two cloths left hanging.
About shelter. I count 12 what-ifs here, nice to know we might build shelter with questions. I have so many.
I've placed a link to Part 2 of Patchwork in Perspective in the sidebar for convenience. That's me as a loose patch. I also posted a short note over there, a kind of pre-class ramble. If you signed up and did not receive your password, please email me.
The new blue beast was found buried in the soil. I don't remember this being my son's toy. Must be from prehistoric times. Over the fireplace, the line-up of travelling companions has become so diverse, but still they seem to get along. Just going has a common sense, I guess.
I wonder what will be dug up around here when I am gone. Probably cloth. It seems to grow here.
