Listen to the road

Friday, March 27, 2020

Ocean story and walking

Just finished this.

I'm patiently watching for a new way, meanwhile just continuing.
New ways of seeing usually happen out of the blue when I'm just out walking.

A patch I just noticed.

Familiar face of an old friend.


A walk is good medicine.
All of you please take good care.

Saturday, March 21, 2020

More books Minnette Walters

I read these in Feb. Great reads, timely (plague time in 1300 England)
and hopeful reads. These are the first 2 books of a trilogy not yet complete.

I say hopeful because in the day to day decisions a wise woman ruler
and her people took power back instead of being afraid or superstitious. At the
end they kept good health and thrived. They changed society from the top (and
middle) power down, established herbal medicine and intuitive disease
management and fed themselves because they cooperated together.

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Makes sense to me

Not sure how I found this site...

I've been looking for a different perspective for all that's happening now.
This came out of past searching via a bookmark. Seems about right.

(Fist bump)

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Greenwood by Michael Christie

I just started this book and highly recommend it. 
It's in the same neighborhood of Overstory with a solid plot
linking human greed and stupidity to the loss of forests.
It's also a super good read. Set in the past and near future.

Saturday, February 29, 2020

Tomb of a Diver

The roof of this tomb moved me. It tells a story of youth, skill,
and possible tragedy. Maybe he choked to death or illness did him in.
But maybe death also involved a mistake in judgment, showing off or
taking a dare. The painting doesn't tell. I created an
environment for the tragic death. I wanted him cared for, 
if that makes sense.

 I borrowed an Egyptian Mourning Chorus to meet him under the sea.
I kept taking things away. It's pared down to the moment before death.

 This week I opened some stored work from 10 years ago when I began
learning from Jude Hill. Her instruction, as always, was inspiring.
But my old cloth making disappointed me. So I began cutting it up to use again.
 The words, "death gently carried him" were right there to
cushion this young diver. He feels cared for now.

I'm trying to break my habits of grids, etc. I just feel there's a new way
of stitching stories just out of my reach/sight for right now.