Beautiful exercise. Will try tomorrow. I spent a lot of today rearranging books across three rooms. We garbage picked a beautiful dresser with bookshelves. It’s allowed me to “unstuff” four other bookcases. But it was exhausting. Photo albums. Kids’ trinkets. Books read and not read. It will be good to claim the cleared off desk in my writing space (suddenly the books had somewhere to go!) with a red cloth and objects. Tomorrow. Thank you.

I thought I was in love with the translucent quality of your watercolors but I, too, like the depth offered by the addition of grey. Have you made an Alice yet? Or Theresa? They just spring to mind.

Agree with Nancy: a fabulous story, and one with layers. I had to look Jamerson up. When I was in college, we had Motown parties — entire evenings devoted to dancing through the catalogue. I’m not knowledgeable about musicians or music, but I love to dance! Just last night dreamt I was tying on ballet toe shoes. I hope you find the other images and also regale us with findings from the invisible world again soon. (Your husband sounds quite remarkable).

I like soba, too. Udon is too thick and rice noodles too insubstantial. So many things are like patchwork. Writing, too. Seeing your soup makes me happy. I don't know why.

books manage to break all my rules about spending. Love this post with its history about reading, the brain (Your Brain!),nourishment, writing fiction. I don't think I've ever received a book recommendation in a dream -- I may ask and see what comes up. Right now all book-buying on hold to keep the mail as free as possible for ballots. I've been lucky enough to find worthwhile stuff in the many library kiosks that have sprung up in my neighborhood recently. I might be playing BINGO with an instagram reader who does fun stuff around our TBR piles.

your blog is a place to be. cloth, words, and watercolor truly a magic mix. Next time maybe skip to the part, "and then I told myself to make something blue"?

Thanks for the introduction! Pix and captions are sometimes the most flowing kind of narrative. You look like I pictured you, somehow.

As a restless maker, my scissors and works-in-progress have long been acquainted. But until I saw you do it; I hadn’t thought to strategically reduce a layer. I see how it’s about loss. But in those instances for me it’s also been about letting more light pass through.

Wow and wow. I say this all the time, but I just love being allowed to peek at your work as it goes along. The suspense. The high level of craft. What a beautiful result. I don’t think I could risk this cloth to chicken grease and red wine. But that’s just me.

It was a nostalgic movie, a decent romance with likeable heros, but I agree about the treatment of John Lennon. It was a cool idea to position him in the world, but supremely lazy scriptwriting to refer to a love (as complicated? I think) but nothing else and to not show his genius manifest in some way in his parallel life (certainly those miniature watercolors weren't meant as stand-ins for that?)

Yes! Playing what we called "dizz-dizz" as kids. I love the last picture.

Good article. Just last night we watched “Yesterday.” A world imagined without The Beatles. Have you seen it? Really good. Provoked some sadness.

The power of your prose and pictures almost let me as mere reader fall into some of that grounding. I wonder if the disorientation to time seems alarming, not because of age, but because Of how many other cultural/political reference points have been tainted and shifted and some rendered nearly insubstantial. The Water pictures are lovely. As are the cat photos.

I kept looking for a deer and finding none was taken by the glare of light through the trees and how it echoed the white-resist flower of the triple-beast sky.

Congratulations!!! You deserve all the happiness!

Yes she did indeed find a way to celebrate growing things, even in New York City.

A bright light has gone out.

What Mo said. It mattered that I found you at the same time my difficult sister came back into my life. I try to imagine the last ten years without you and don’t want to! Instagram and here are not the same but if this went away, I’d find you there.

M. Trumm: “We need to recognize that government agencies are no longer a viable source of authority when it comes to our homes, land, and livlihoods. It is clear they are so out of touch with realities of average every day folks. “We need to stop submitting to these dinosaurs, their ridiculous codes, and treating us like babies. We have belittled our properties and homes to impersonal investments to flip one day. This has completely ruined our relationship to place. we should hold deeper values than money for places we call home..like safety, and clean and cheap non toxic micro locally sourced materials.. that, for instance don't burn and if they do, they don't leave a pile of toxic materials. The goal should be to lower overall property values to a stable level not increase them. Less land tax and if we keep them in the family then the only value should be what your family places on that land.. and guess what, if they are safe, then we don't need expensive insurance either. The time to change and resist is now.” Some of the structures look like hobbit houses!

Read this days ago and wanted to come back. The pictures bring peace. The keys are stunning. I hope today is a good day for you.

I am a fighter so I don’t need to internalize that part of RBG, but hope? Optimism? I am looking to her life for that right now.

I have been reading along -- usually from my phone (where I do all my blog posting by the way -- for years, now), but where commenting isn't all that easy. Typepad not so bad, blogger impossible. But I hope among my many hopes that these places of refuge and inspiration continue... instagram just isn't the same... and I count so many of you as friends. Agree with others about the colors, the stories, and I want to add that I also love your special brand of poignant honesty.

She is an inspiration on so many levels, including how devoted to her work she was, how she showed up even during illness (after illness). I hope young people realize that the least they can do is vote.

the palms are visually beautiful and also make such rattling sounds. I love them. As for Ruth? Do many are saying, she fought the good fight and gets to rest now. It's up to us. But how lovely an idea, that she is watching from the wings.

just so sweet and beautiful.