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Wind, unwind
I find it’s most difficult these days to be truly still and resoundingly empty like a huge stone bowl on a plinth. I’m getting better at it, but it’s taking a considerable amount of focus. I seek to do this now because it occurred to me many months ago (years, even) that I need more […]
in the dark of the moon
The clouds are pale indigo-violet, then a blustery bruised grey shot through with long warm lines of golden sunlight and rich blue – this sets the red reds and the yellow yellows and the living greens in brilliant, stop-in-your-tracks collaboration. I feel as though I’m watching the gods at play in a game where they […]
before the rain that ends the drought
The cicadas sing their doppler song of midsummer. We are dry as long-dead bones pressed into rock and exposed to a thousand years of sun. Grass is brown, frogs huddle under leaves in watered gardens to protect their skins from shriveling. You can hear wood and metal expand in the 10 am heat. The sky […]