little gatherings

Moths drink the tears of sleeping birds.
rebecca solnit

since

 

 

 

access the sense of touch

consider time and labour as aesthetics

fragment

And so the hand of time will take
the fragments of our lives and make

out of life's remnants as they fall
a thing of beauty after all.

Douglas Malloch
a crazy quilt

gives me

 

Art is poultice for a burn.

It is a privilege to have,

somewhere within you,

a capacity for making something

speak from your own

seared experience.

Molly Peacock

The Paper Garden page 84

mexico

 

spirit is invisible, but present in all things

what we admire about spirit

the spontaneity
the vitality
the surprise

in daily life