Mourning Pages 1/15/2025

Place - Texas Studio

Yesterday I sent a photo of a floor collection including the 'Artist's Way,' which I haven't touched as the KY Cowgirls visited, yoga began, and truly - I need an unbound spine and a better, more consistent labeling system.

Lessons.

The wildfires in CA are raging, friends are heartbroken and hiding, the administration change over is in 5 days - Billy Rae set to play ... I wonder what Dolly has to say about all of it.

The Midwest is frozen and depressed, Father Space is learning about boundary setting from Texas men running cords for communication.

Turns out the shirt he picked up from the Black Sparrow clothing swap, included in the photo, belong to the recipient, a street artist BK - funny because I also commented it would be my painting smock.

THE ART OF LISTENING IS CALLED LOVE.

I then went to a yoga flow downtown and was off-put by the non-owning of a "mistake" as well as a fear of chaturanga based on our past Saturday's reading on injury.

Laundry was next, but my head was light - despite a smoothie breakfast and in leu of aunt flow and an altered routine. So I headed to the coffee shop on the other end of town for an underdone croissant that made me instantly ill.

Coffee shops are daytime bars, if you sit long enough you can get the general temperature of a town.

My intent was yoga class reflection but instead I learned of a artist united front, a friend's leaving Pflugerville and a few other Dobis notions.

When I could see the bottom of my mug, I stepped out side and to my delight, the window of Sew Many Things, our portal to this town, was finally open. So I crossed the street and delivered a card made of Luna Market Trashmilk and learned of grief practice and the house for a new family of ducks lead by Bonnie & Clyde.

Off to the post office, another place to take the temperature of a town and it's pathways to others, to mail thank you notes and a many month belated media mail to Raccoon Row.

Finally, Laundry: Christmas gifts in the 3x cross country UPS box, a rippled carhart from the vintage sparkle and left offer soggy articles from the broken Gil Haus dryer.

Return to the Studio floor where i finished this week's feng shui and learned about connective tissue from the middle room while combating the neighbor's balshpemous country youtube ply list with digital crystal bowls and Brian Eno, " Apollo."

Next: Resume & 2023 Thanksgiving Breaking Patterns @ Radio Artifact.

ONE RELEASE A MONTH - Let's Go.

PS Toby Sent me a Tesla Gone Wonky.