I did not write last week for I wanted to write because I felt I had to. So I did not. I am writing now because I am down with a spectacular allergy with running temperature that I have reason (for me) enough not to.
The blog posts I last mentioned are materialising. Rather I managed to click 'publish' on my long time scribblings. The mind like a river can't be pinned down. A blog (and recently some IG process reels) feels like an attempt at capturing a moment, that I, and perhaps you too, could imagine a before and after, for you and for someone else. Like tides, they wash ashore and recede. But they keep coming. They do not stop until water is scooped up and made into something. Coffee, tea or soup anything.
Talking about hydration… I must have clicked or not clicked something as a result my website is so very slow. It works, just slooooooowwwwww… until i figure out what's wrong.
If you clicked any of the blog links below, may I suggest the following activity:
1. click
2. walk away to the far end of the house to boil some water
3. make tea (maybe get cake too)
4. come back with tea
5. read
I looked back at the mighty girls I've made over the years.
Recorded the making of Sylvy the magic slug.
That's all for now. See ya when I see ya, maybe next week.
Marn