i wish i could just stitch pieces of cloth together. I could, i guess, but i can't it seems. But i could...like Jude taught...pairings for instance, or even a 9 patch
why don't I ?
it seems it's how my life has always been, serial monogamy....
the Cloth is making Sound, i am just not understanding, am somehow not letting go of some image that the Cloth doesn't want. And so we wait.
there was a line of sediment from the tap water here. It's in everything where the water is left to evaporate...dog bowl for instance...so i filled it with vinegar to sit in SUN's light and heat
i don't know what's going on in my head. I just drift, thought to thought, thought to somewhere where i am not really even Present, but somewhere Else that has no images and words but i Go there to that Place then float back. Just floating, drifting, Sensing, sensing, mostly. sensing. In the evening i give water to Plant People, squat and notice how the day has changed them
