107 Growing beakies
Start a baby diary
Hello hello there,
From another city I also call home, I came home to winter, the same room I’ve cleared of its usual comforting clutter. A beakie in progress that I did not pack up, did not think of protecting against potential dust, sits waiting on the table, a little smaller and more shy and than I had left it a few months before.
They look eager, perhaps it’s their colour, perhaps it’s their head tilting down and to the side that suggests meekness that suggests an avoidance of an overwhelming emotion, on seeing me, on seeing anyone.
They need friends.
So they will make friends, I will make friends, we will make friends.
The word friend, today, this hour, in this paragraph refers to worn clothes people who drove to my place, asked twice if I was really sure I wanted the rubbish, before waving good bye in equal measure of relief and embarrassment.
Red bear shall have 6 friends to start with. To start with, maybe they are not yet friends, only wards, because they are babies.
On red bear’s supervision, I keep adding and taking away from the 6 in tandem.
They are growing. As with plants, some taller faster than others for reasons unknown to me. It concerns me but it should not concern me and I should not say should.
I’m taking pictures of them as much as I remember, as much as the differences register in my brain. You know when you look at anything enough, changes become imperceptible as if it’s been this way all along.
I’m keeping a baby diary of these 6 babies, and will continue sharing with you. Because everyone shows off babies. And I, Beakbies.
Much of my focus of my art making is the change. The changing. The changes.
Provide the conditions and watch them grow. Watch them become, as I imagine the universe watching me, too.
Time this week
As I was thinking of a heading to seperate the above ( that which came from inside of me) from the following finds ( that which come from outside of me, which would eventually, inevitably make their way in), I realise there are things that I gladly loose myself in, and there are things I do because I don’t yet know how not to.
So, for now, I’m dividing them into items I GIVE my time to, and items that TOOK my time.
What I GIVE my time to
Rewards System by Jem Calder
Connected short stories that magnify the daily performance of doing something online but… to me, feels like nothing, which is why I spend extended periods off social.
Kammarn by Golden Ivy
It means chamber, good translate tells me. (Please correct me if you know better :) Feels like a spacious enclosure in which I feel safe to explore.
Pepper, fennel seeds, almond cookies
Nice combo, try it. Not a bake-cookie person? Find one, and be the eat-cookie person.
What TOOK my time
Rename files
Do you use iOS? Mr Lunarian laughed as I was jumping up and down. He didn’t expect my late discovery of a file rename script in the shortcuts gallery can make me so happy.
Clean three year old ink from fountain pen cartridges
Rinse and repeat and repeat and repeat
Going to the supermarket
I much prefer very small green grocers, buying vegetables from people who evidently care for the veg and do so with a small. But the supermarket is much much much closer and recovery time from the visit is at least 2 days less. Sometimes I have to choose to first support myself over supporting others.
Phew, that was a lot to say for I have gotten used to not talking much at all. Maybe I’ll get more comfortable talking , or more comfortable not, either way, I’ll keep doing, making, and living, and show you when you asked.
Click heart if you heart it.
Marn
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