This pouch is one of my favourite things... I can't say how long I have had it, but I finally decided to fill it with something, rather than stare at it sporadically for another year. I adore it, with all it's distressed weathered appearance, unknown history and silent stories, it widens my eyes, inspires me and fills me with wonder.
Now home to a little journal, I felt these two were meant to be together.
So wild it is. I walked this afternoon, as briskly as I could right into a headwind. When I got back, I had no thoughts left. Vacant. Wide eyed. En route, a cyclist passed me with the same wide eyed look I knew was forming on my face; he'd ridden through puddles, obviously, at an accelerated speed, for his entire front was completely mud-splattered, including his face - wide eyes and all. I thought this was absolutely fantastic, and smiled most of the way back. I later saw another cyclist with this same mud splatter all over his back. I wondered what I looked like from behind. Perhaps a good round of puddle stomping would have been the recipe. I'll throw that in next time. The wind sure isn't going anywhere. I created my first batch of tea-stained paper today, it's underway and will be dried tomorrow upon my return. I'd pre-stained a whole pile of paper before moving so I could just get on with working once I'd gotten settled in. I didn't have far to move. Literally only a few meters. But moving, is moving. Some new work is emerging out of this space, and I'm enjoying the process, finally, carving out a little niche in there, daydreaming, listening, waiting, acting, working, tinkering, pausing, reflecting. There is a moon tonight, it's almost full - I am waiting, Again.