one of two baskets like this. Tazmeena is Felting scraps with her sleep, her dreaming. They are dirty from her. Felted cat hair blended in. I will need to wash them one by one to use them. Well, her dreams are worth it. And because it's the Eve of how we perceive the Year, the Eve of a New Year, i cleaned. Cleaning for the New tomorrow. Artificial lines, yes, but it's ok and good. It gives a place to see as ending and beginning. And it feels ok.
when i finish writing here, i will go to the Morning Chair. Settle with my pen and 2 calenders and shift anything that might need to be noted from this last year onto the new. This is how i RE VIEW what has come before. How i note what i should remember. I like it. It's a deep deep Satisfaction.
and as if by Magic, the Paulus Berrensohn book arrived at the Post Office today. Fortunately, the car started. It was VERY COLD last night. So i whizzed over and here. Those dark spots on the cover are from Tay's tongue. She tasted the book. They dried and now are gone.
so i will look tonight and tomorrow. The book is for my daughter who has always thought she might throw pots. But who never has. Maybe this will nudge her toward that dream. I'll send it to her on Friday.
and as it Is. Here we are. It has been SOME YEAR. So HUGE and so MUCH in SO MANY ways and always, always, as Jude says....commited, so deeply and lovingly commited to
So, in the Spirit of that, of Just Going, i end this 2014 year and Thank Everyone from the deepest deepest place inside of me for going along next to me, for letting me go next to you. Letting us Touch and Wonder.
Such Giant and Great and Excellent Love to All of Us, yes?, yes. yup. yes.