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.
I caught myself thinking this morning.
About how much I really need.
Sometimes this much can last all week...
I painted the inside of this old wooden bowl white. A while ago. So I could see the colors better. And I drilled a few holes and made a loop for hanging, while it is waiting to hold the beginnings of another small journey. And that loop is a piece of wrapped leather that is part of an old ankle bracelet I made and wore in 1969. Time flies and scraps remain.
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