Working in the studio yesterday, a slight breeze,
grabbed a stone to hold the drying drawings...
then noticed the paperweight
I had chosen.
Piles of these growing on my table. The conversation
with these ancient symbols goes deeper and deeper.
They often look the same, but slightly different.
What makes me like one more than another?
I'm getting some ideas
My studio wall, spirals and meanders that were
informing me before, are slowly coming down
as these "seed stones"
take up the board.
I'm calling them that - seed stones - as that is what they are for me.
It feels like carving when I am slowly, deliberately following the
spirals around and around.....
And they are seeds, seeding ideas, words
recorded in lists in my sketchbook.
Clicking on the photo above once, then twice,
and the secret conversation with myself is
The necklace I happened to wear yesterday while
in the studio.....
A break in the moss garden for afternoon tea. Bengal Spice
with a touch of raw honey and milk in my raven mug.
A dash off to the farm around the corner to pick up share,
anise hyssop added to the vase of flowers in the kitchen window,
and fresh herbs to bundle and hang for cooking.
All I wanted to do today was to immerse myself with spirals,
ancient cricket sounds filling the space while working.
Had to drive to another town and drop paintings off at a
shop. Wonderful, beautiful shop owned by wonderful,
creative people. No time for spirals today- nor tomorrow,
what will I do?