Jude has a moon to share today. Funnily enough I have a star that I altered and assembled yesterday.
The star on a trellis my dad made. He cuts shapes free hand with a plasma cutter and then the pieces are welded together.
A layer of silk over a window.
How the light comes in, filtered and diffused...
an illusion of privacy
(although I have all the privacy I need through this window).
Jude reminded me of measured words. I also think of the weight of words. Of the power we give them, of how to define is to reach agreement.
It is so very good to live in a world where conversations are possible...
Today I am making currant jelly or syrup; haven't decided which yet.
There was conversation while they were picked.