I walked this afternoon, as briskly as I could right into a headwind.
When I got back, I had no thoughts left.
En route, a cyclist passed me with the same wide eyed look I knew was forming on my face; he'd ridden through puddles, obviously, at an accelerated speed, for his entire front was completely mud-splattered, including his face - wide eyes and all.
I thought this was absolutely fantastic, and smiled most of the way back. I later saw another cyclist with this same mud splatter all over his back.
I wondered what I looked like from behind. Perhaps a good round of puddle stomping would have been the recipe. I'll throw that in next time. The wind sure isn't going anywhere.
I created my first batch of tea-stained paper today, it's underway and will be dried tomorrow upon my return. I'd pre-stained a whole pile of paper before moving so I could just get on with working once I'd gotten settled in. I didn't have far to move. Literally only a few meters. But moving, is moving.
Some new work is emerging out of this space, and I'm enjoying the process, finally, carving out a little niche in there,
There is a moon tonight, it's almost full -
I am waiting,
Next post, I'll tell you another story, about this amazing mix of delightful fabrics - hand stitched by the wonderful Dawn, which I carry with me everywhere full of essentials.