It’s the day before the first day of autumn.
A friend abroad has brought news that his wife is expecting their second child. My old aunt is seriously ill in America. France is abuzz with a government scandal, full of intrigue and skullduggery. This murky tale is (ironically) known as « Clearstream. »
I’m seeking something. But what? Where? Everything is everywhere!
I look and listen around. I suppose that I can make do with everything. Or is it nothing?
the light is soft and gentle up here, warm and silky, making me bound to travel out of my head towards my heart: enjoyment, small-scale-big-effects….. i took the dogs out to the heath and sat there for a while… linked more to my senses that were served amazingly accurately… society may be spiralling outwards, i’m spiralling inwards where I am, where everything makes do with me…. enjoy ‘tu es cela’ in brilliantly small ways, yes…
big warm hug, x
Make do with that which is before you..It’s an unbelievably glorious day here in Zirikzey..Wanted to show my peintures, but the link won’t add. I’ll send it to contact.. Ciao