most of the Day was just this. The marks that to me tell how SUN is . Not today, because SUN was loving and warm and everywhere. But how Sun is when it becomes hidden in Winter. In the days of Looks Within. Stitch. Stitch. Stitch. I use only a single strand of the 6 strand floss, so catching the oh so thin strand with the back stitch is not all that easy. Maybe could feel tedious, but no, i am catching it as best i can. So here, the color is tweaked so the vague sense of Sun can be seen
but the day began with reading The Anthropology of Turquoise. What a MIND this woman had/has. I am stunned. Stunned by her mind which constantly talks to me about my own experience. In the beginning, i read and thought...TOO MANY WORDS...like when Mozart played his opus for the King and then at the end, asked the King what he thought and the king paused so long and said that Yes. It was Wonderful, but really, maybe ..."Too many Notes" and Mozart was crushed and confused. and i began reading this book, thinking...Too many Words ....but then soon, i realized that this was how her head was. Filled . Filled. Filled.....with Things of this world. Sensations, Images, Connections and i found myself falling into a rhythm with her. and saying YES! YES! i understand.
"The eye spreads light softly in the retina, across blood and long stemmed nerves that resemble frilled balloons or leggy trees of bladder kelp. These nerves, called ganglion and bipolar cells, fled the cranium; they are actually parts of the brain that now live in the eyes. Towards the back of the retina, light reaches intrincately sensitive photoreceptors that sort out, for example, a red sensation from a blue one."
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
and from something else alltogether,
Querencia:
The word doesn't translate. It is used in Spanish to designate that mysterious little area in the bullring that catches the fancy of the fighting bull when he charges in. He imagines it his sanctuary: when parked there, he supposes he cannot be hurt....So it is, borrowing the term, that one can speak of one's "querencia" to mean that little, unspecified area in life's arena where one feels safe, serene." William F. Buckley Racing Through Paradise
it came.
and also, Three Bees came. In. Through the space around the door of the Room to the Way Back. It is really great to see bees anytime, really, but that they were coming IN the house through that spacious crack, well....i am wondering if they have established a hive UNDER the house?...which they tried to do once before but i thwarted them with moth balls in a sock? So i am watching.
