And Charlie is 8. I like considering their numbers rather than my own.

Fallow time here too. Nothing sparks enough to take me to the creative place. There are plenty of "gottas" that suck up time, especially online. Right now, I'm sitting with music, getting a sense of what everyone else is feeling and knowing I'm not alone in that nowhere space. It's easy to forget that that we are vessels standing by, ready and waiting to be filled. The juice, when it comes, is slaking sweet. Thrilling.

Empty comes first. As if they take the tides of your life with them leaving a space you think will never fill. Memories seep in and you live on. xox and again Good dog, Tay.

From the beginning,Tay set the terms of her role. Her being. You two were a long time getting each other. I remember when it clicked and you became her person. With hope that whatever is happening resolves quickly. xox Deb

I imagined you walking the property with seedlings to plant replacing the trees that were sacrificed.

I'm holding this conversation close. Eights think they know so much then turn to you and say "There's so much I don't know."

Words & pictures

I was thinking along the lines of "break my ribs", but I'll take that burrito too.

This takes me back to my beginning here, finding you by the story of the River quilt

I hesitate to ask but why do you continue to serve him. There are enough hair shirts in life. If he is as aware you think he is, imagine the defeat he must feel in realizing that he has been wrong about so many things in life. Make him face it. Confront. Me, I woulda slapped in the face. You I can see making him see clearly.

there are four more flying now

but she makes me think of my dear Karma http://morewgalo.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-better-spent.html

Kabuki would be grand name!

a Sandpiper!

can you imagine how it would look if the feathers were freed from their boxes by trimming or turning the rectangles into ovals, ellipses or circles?

We have dear friends who farmed sheep and pigs in rocky upstate NY. From having a kitchen full of lambs who needed TLC to Peg's magnificent and so humane method of slaughtering a hog as big as a VW, learning about the 24 life of responsibility to the animals and the land was always fascinating. Keep us informed and keep records for your own learning as you go.

this is a rhododendron I think...there was a white one outside the nursing home entrance that was in full bloom last week.

ok...I'm done. That red is making me sign off and go back into the studio.

I was up before the sun stitching by lamp light too this morning. Although I've been away from the project I set the sewing basket by the bedside last night getting ready for the day. I wish that I had opened the laptop read your post and heard the song first. I was at the WH market yesterday and spilled and accidentally spilled an entire sampler of patchouli down the sleeve of my jacket. That, and "Follow" had me back to 1967 but with most of my accumulated wisdom intact. Wouldn't change a thing! Thanks..