Just doodling a few ideas. Thoughts randomly flitting around inside my head and heart. Changes coming, I feel it, new thoughts and ideas. Perhaps even a few old ones, resurrected in a different form?
I’m being drawn for some reason – toward
the old and the simple and the plain and the quietness of white and off-white
and tea dyed luxuries and hanging vintage. Soft pinks and blues and aquas – all
either stained or muted with off white
The shelves are filled to the brim with several
communities of dolls. Sitting here
smiling at me – thanking me for their stories.
And so I think that whatever is coming must
hang on the wall – or from a dowel – or on a hanger of sorts – for there is no
more room in the cubbies nor in the shelter of shelves.
Hmmm will these thoughts become
something? Or even some things? Who knows – but for now I’ll just let them
gather slowly…
"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" - Zhuangzi
"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" - Zhuangzi
