To meander is to slow down, to bend around things so as to know them, touch them gently before moving on through this curve to the next. It’s like a labyrinth, but also a passage through a place, a task – any experience, consciously or not. If it’s a deep curve, it will be overwhelming, a painful transformation. We have choice though, to resist, or go with the flow.
I know people as unstoppable and prolific as ragweed. I know mayflower people, bloodroot people, wild grape folk who can topple old tired structures with patience and determination. What if we blossom anyway amid the chaos, beautifully and defiantly, like plants do?
One tree drops a walnut just a breath before my head would have been there. I pick it up – green, cracked open by the hard path – and wonder at measurements of time. Permanence, confinement, illusion, the cross-currents of loss and gain, the rhythm of my breath.
Lunar Eclipse, good friends, Czech Porcelain from WWII, my uncertainty, The Starling on the wire. Today feels good.
…Fuelled by these wonders my work in studio has produced inks and fabric dyed with colours from ten different trees, a buffet of interesting resist experiments and paper dyed for book works.
Spring bird song, gentle grey sky, trees in a slow sway at their crowns. I’ve been to the studio to print my reference for the trees that line English Bay in Vancouver, those trees that populated my sunset meals last week – silhouettes against the golden light in a dance too slow for us to […]
It comes in Waves, and each wave is a new teacher. Is this Grief? In any case, these are deeply teachable moments for me. For weeks now I’ve experienced a considerable amount of pain in my left shoulder, especially intense as I lie down to sleep. Tendonosis, I’m told, by the physiotherapist. My tendons have […]