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Spread 266 – A Woman of Many Attachments June 23, 2015

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266-A Woman of Many Attachments

Spread 265 – Joyed June 9, 2015

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265-Joyed

My little handsome and beloved brother is getting married this weekend with beautiful and graceful Kate. I can’t wait. All this is true except for the fact that he is not little.

Spread 264 – Rush May 30, 2015

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264-Rush

I sleep too little, wake up in abruptness. I keep multiple To-Do lists, run run run, eat badly, breathe scarcely. In constant urgent hastiness. Done with that. Give me luxurious days spent in the nothing. In a green meadow.

Spread 263 – Retreats May 28, 2015

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263-RetreatsTime to go in, and time out. A moment to trust and another to retrieve. A space to share, and a space to not. An opportunity to bond, and an option to diverge. Remnants of two weeks of poetic experiences on Whidbey Island.

Spread 262-Cover Up May 25, 2015

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262-Whidbey Cover

Cover Up..

Feeling wordless today..

Simple..

Spread 261 – Misplacement of Things May 2, 2015

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261-Misplacement

Going back to roots. I can do without the words right now. The visual language is what it always was. Safe.

Spread 260 – Recall April 29, 2015

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260-Recall

Spread 259 – The Making Of Choices April 22, 2015

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259-The Making Of Choices“…the choice each day presents:  do we exist solely within our personal tragedies or do we weave life from a place of empowered wisdom?” –Erin faith Allen

Spread 258 – Dressing The Naked March 18, 2015

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258-Dressing The Naked

My Journal

Spread 255 – Payne’s Gray February 26, 2015

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255-Payne's Gray

Working working working on the pages of my animal anatomy book, the one I got from my good, good to me friend. Altering them, to almost no recognition. Witnessing once again my sweet and comforting uncertainties, the ones that make me, me. In utter love with Payne’s Gray. In the middle of black and blue, where mystery resides. In excitement to see what will decide to stay after the constant movement from veiling to unveiling. Claiming advancement. Going back to the knowing that all falls into place in the end, since the beginning of time. All sorts of things end up here, including a piece of very worn out tarp found by the river that is connected to the ocean by the coast of Oregon. Payne’s Gray from the tube creating background to receive the miraculously matching Payne’s Gray that is engrained in the tarp. It’s really not Payne’s gray any more. It’s mine now.

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