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Tourmaline Fading…

Nesting at Soundcliff… These recent mornings of incessant rain have been waking me early. I am obviously becoming rested inside the luxury of more sufficiency of “unstructured time” which I hold as my precious preference. I suppose the rain becomes some deeper invitation to more generously grant myself permission to follow both an inclination to get up earlier than usual, as well as to stay abed if I wish, than I might if I were trying to protect myself from the…

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Christmas Eve…

The quiet light over the Sound at midday Christmas Eve feels right for the container Stephen & I are creating for the rare event of spending the holidays at home. There is little need in us for “all the trimmin’s” as might be considered “usual”. We will not have a tree… We are happy to be spending time in that even rarer mode of being without the constraints long-standing plans & expectations. We mostly are following communicating about & following our…

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Solstice Too…

This morning is Halcyon indeed! The water is satin. Tahoma is showing herself, although perhaps not for long. Earlier all was a brilliant gold the color of monks robes from the east of dawn, but I went back under the comforter of my own religion with less appreciation than the sight warranted. The sky scumble still offers fantasy fields of multiple rhythmic reflections inside subtle silken shadows on the palpable atmosphere, in a richness of greys if not that earlier color…

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Solstice…

22 December 2005Soundcliff The morning after Solstice is a bit like Boxing Day for its slight sense of letdown, except that there is another louder celebration yet to come… This basic planetary event has slipped ahead on the calendar of that later celebration which overshadows it in our culture. While it is simple to prove & even to understand what is the primal event defining this season, that observation has been relegated to be a curious footnote in most people’s…

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The Second Open Studio Weekend…

Another Monday morning posting does not mean I will be regular in such timing, but is instead a result simply of having worked again all weekend. While I have long loved a pattern of writing journal in bed with morning coffee, this blog version of that has no easy rhythm yet… While I continue to fuss inside this format I can report that the second weekend of the Vashon Open Studio Tour matched the first in activity at GRB Bells. We…

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Second Thoughts…

As I have spent the time to set up this format for the exploration into playing with a blog, I have had occasion to wonder the “why” of it. My life is complicated enough without another method to write what used to be as simple as picking up my book & pen to write while having morning coffee in bed. [except for the difficulty of maintaining inky rapidographs!] I’ve written a journal inside bound blank books…

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