
Thank you, Mercury, for getting your butt out of retrograde. I've had enough of your shenanigans. Finally recovered from some ailments which had me down for the count. I am giving them the finger and started walking again. Not being able to walk for a few weeks made me realize how important they were to my mental health and my creativity. I didn't realize how jammed up I was until I got in the brisk air, under my beloved trees again. The Japanese call it Shinrin-yoku, or Forest Bathing. Isn't that the most wonderful term? It's the "healing medicine of being in the forest".
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From Salem, MA, 1791. |
My friends the trees spoke to me this morning and gave me an idea for some new work. It's a modern riff on the needlepoint sampler. It's still percolating, but it has something to do with embroidery, tiny ceramic pieces - something to do with tiny houses and stitched words. Do I know how to embroider? Uh...no. But, as usual, when I don't know how to do something, I just plop into the deep end and figure it out as I go, making a gajillion mistakes and often drawing blood.
Enemy time and I will have to declare a cease fire.