It does feel like lift-off, in the process of moving out of the frame, on to the next destination. A place to become lost, in a good way, or absorbed. xo
Becoming lost in a good way, or absorbed, sounds like a place of light and potential - thanks, Marylinn. Your image brings to mind lines from an old poem 'Where she comes from, there is always the possibility of a dance around the next corner. . . " xo
Ant! Hello. How excellent to find you here - you have been missed.
I'm also seeing paradigm shifts and diatoms in everything these days. Questions, too - endlessly beautiful, mystifying questions. It must mean something. 'Let our pencils be our torches, lighting the way. . . '
Graceful!
ReplyDeleteIt does feel like lift-off, in the process of moving out of the frame, on to the next destination. A place to become lost, in a good way, or absorbed. xo
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I see paradigm shifts and diatoms in everything of late.
ReplyDeleteI am sure it means something.
Hello ;)
Thank you, Mim ; )
ReplyDeleteAs are you.
xo
Becoming lost in a good way, or absorbed, sounds like a place of light and potential - thanks, Marylinn. Your image brings to mind lines from an old poem 'Where she comes from, there is always the possibility of a dance around the next corner. . . " xo
ReplyDeleteAnt! Hello. How excellent to find you here - you have been missed.
ReplyDeleteI'm also seeing paradigm shifts and diatoms in everything these days. Questions, too - endlessly beautiful, mystifying questions. It must mean something. 'Let our pencils be our torches, lighting the way. . . '
Hooray, you're back!
Hooray, you're posting every day and I'll never catch up.;)
DeleteWent off the grid and the pencils did indeed light the way. As well as the new journal. And the new markers. Maybe a fountain pen....