And then I'm actually reading the book, slightly ahead, scouting out the situation in creating soul-querying questions and possible art prompts . . . the reading is heavier than I took for granted. This isn't a cute wolf pup romp through the meadow. There are stories with teeth in WWRWtW. I am bumping up against some interesting parts of Self as a result. While I don't feel I'm the kind of person who will crumble in the midst of all these self-revelations, I've got my resources and tools, I suddenly become concerned for others. I return to that cozy den of Trust. It will be okay. To stop because there is undiscovered space within myself and others would deny us all a chance for wild freedom. Besides, I'm not alone. I'm in good company and we're all going on the journey. It is, after all, just a book.
In the realm of Nifty: Needing to write my daily meanderings in a spiral, I grabbed an old Lazy Susan to help with the turning of my too-large hand-bound journal. Once the entire tome is carefully folded back on itself (with a small cushion for the clay face attached to the front cover), I have an easier time writing in the round.
|An old Lazy Susan originally used for condiments back in the day transformed into . . .|
|journal-turning equipment. Very pleased with myself.|
The other nifty is getting a Mountain Laurel tree (found fallen) hung up in the studio . . .
|Bringing Nature in, by golly!|
|Blogalong With Effy #1|