skippin stones...
I had my hands in homemade clay for the better part of the day( I wanted cly and did not want to leave my apt)... and I realized what I had been missing from my art... the clay, the painting, the drawiing, the dancing, the writng galore, the the crafts galore... it somehow became a rushed "thing" and a hurried intent as apposed to what really resides in it for me myself and my sanity... meditation. I kneaded and balled and formed shapes and constructed something so small for hours (which by the way I balled up after smoothing with too much water all the while leading it to fall and sink- - - homemade clay I am not used to- - -) though I did not mind, I had the immage, and the motions, perfectly quiet, perfect with thoughts that were allowed to unfold and live their life and faaaaaaaaaade bringing me to a more clear place. It has always been so meditative, why would someone let that go, why did I move so far past it? Othre than a part of some cycle I had to go through, well, I am at terms with that and really have no reason to ask why just that I should ephasize the wonderment that I was willing to let go of for distraction, rather emphasize that I let go of wonderment for such. pee... Looooord, I have been asleep. Dennis looked beautiful meditating and writing during all of this....