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White Noise
This white noise is that common place where minute by minute and day by day, we healed from our wounds both mental and physical. This safe place is where spiritual activity found its grounding and meditation opened doors into spaces we didn’t even know existed. In a way, we did this together. It was intimate and a sharing that later, here in our timeline of now, bonds us together better than any dating app could conceive of. This oscillating white fan, dirty and old, has now become gold to me, as a symbol of where we come from. 💙 And speaking of those golden eggs that never get old, take…
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Thursday Seeds: Forced Progress
You’ve made a deadline for yourself. You picked it out more than a year ago. So much has happened since then. And yet still you are going to make this happen come “not heaven or high water.” (See what I did there? It falls flat doesn’t it?) It comes together. The browns should in fact have a whole lot more depth and shades to them because your work is centered around the theme of dirt. Your empire of dirt is flat because you forced it. If you had found out that the theme of dirt was the case earlier, then maybe your mix of paints would be the very thing…
