Feeling odd. like i NEED to Not Know anything at all. Like i need to move through the days, singularly, each as they come, uhhh, blind. Blind in some way. Blind is the word that seems to stick. an odd word for an odd time. Maybe, Re feel it all? develop some other kind of Sensing??? set aside all familiar definitions????
and this. Wendy, of Grace and Mending, set all this in motion by sending me some excerpts from this really incredible book. She had used it as the text for one of her classes. and then, nance sent the actual book. i don't know exactly how to talk about this book, this stunning incredible book.
and then, this. the woven part done long ago in Jude's Cloth to Cloth and now, this odd moment, when the butterfly and the caterpillar remain paired.
so...i don't know. am waiting for something to happen.
