Spirit Cloth

Yes, I'm OK.

I've found quite a few notes.. am I OK?

So yes, I'm fine, I'm here. Slipping into winter. Cleaning up this page to make room for the new.

I'll be back with a toast on New Year's Eve.

...time out for some time passing...

 

Less plugged in. Reconsidering that.

Not a plan, but a sense of need. For the hottest part of summer.

It's this dark today. Slow rain. And cooler, wouldn't you know...

The man has his computer in this small back room that collects stuff. We unloaded all the stuff. So one of the studio tables has been moved here. And all the electronics are in here. The room with a buzz. Not the bee kind. I've tried it before, but this time, it's working. I get up, make coffee, go to the studio and there is no computer. Just cloth.

It's real nice. Starting and ending the day without a screen. More continuing. Better priorities. Computer. Out of sight, out of mind. The studio has  a table and a chair. For drawing and journaling and spreading out ideas. No buzz. Except an occasional bee or a mosquito because the screen needs mending.

And since I'm here, plugged in, he is there. ChairKeeping.

So probably my posts will more like midday or afternoonish. After coffee takes hold. Sandwiched between quieter times.

Considering words and rhythm...

Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Darker days are good for dreaming. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days. Some days are darker days.

I'm just considering stitching words. And unrolling some old sadnesses. And not liking this selling thing again. And planning to be outside for a few days. Pulling the plug.

I'm thinking about rhythm and the new rhythm in  breaking it.