Chicharra in Spanish. they SOUND now. Steady, from dusk into the darkness. Where i'm FROM, they Sound in the day, but here, evening into dark. I love it. Their Sound. It says "stuff is as it should be. Stuff is OK."'
this morning, there was
no cloth
i touched the baskets and up rose this patterned background....it was a dress. Just pieces of it now. But they "talk". Ok. and through the day i put stuff there, trying to use my Mind to begin something, but it wasn't working. And so i thought...Ok, Sand Play. So i just put stuff. Like a child might in the Sand Tray. Not needing it to "become something", but just to put it. For the moment. Not for any time more.
