And then there's my interior phenology. What changes do I notice in my inner environment? My role as a mother changing ~ watching grown humans have a go at Life ~ with bated breath. Pulling at threads of new identities, the Croning Lover, the Quiet Artist. Testing out those waters of self-sovereignty through art and writing and action. (Ah, yes! Effy's class is up for BOD 2014.) The study of those observations are kept in another journal, of course. One packed with words, images and ephemera. Where have I been and what was the emotional weather? What parts of Self are blooming? What is passing away? More than just navel gazing ~ Self as art form. I'm constantly erased and redrawn.
|Colored pens and a Phrenology journal at the ready.|
Bennie already noted a sun shower in the West for this afternoon.
|What do you see?|