I love the flat front urn. Wishing you languid loitering. I took the train to NYC to see Jenny Holzer at Gugg. I listened to Caroline Myss and Clarissa Pinkola talk about intuition and the mystical life as I swam thru the swampy UES. They know we are made out of stars, stories, the Self that is apart from time. I am old enough now that when I stand near young women on the train I wonder if my skin ever glowed like that. Jenny says protect me from what I want. Jenny tells us all things are delicately interconnected. I love those ribbons, woven into clay, holding together some little dream fragment, like it’s real, and not just made of earth. Like it’s also stars.
I love the flat front urn. Wishing you languid loitering. I took the train to NYC to see Jenny Holzer at Gugg. I listened to Caroline Myss and Clarissa Pinkola talk about intuition and the mystical life as I swam thru the swampy UES. They know we are made out of stars, stories, the Self that is apart from time. I am old enough now that when I stand near young women on the train I wonder if my skin ever glowed like that. Jenny says protect me from what I want. Jenny tells us all things are delicately interconnected. I love those ribbons, woven into clay, holding together some little dream fragment, like it’s real, and not just made of earth. Like it’s also stars.
Oh JBM78! Thank you for this gorgeous word whisper and recognizing the ribbons work 💝