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#78 enough

This weekend I spent some time looking back over the last 77 posts.

Thinking about enough.

Enough time.

Enough resources.

Letting things be good enough.

(After 7 or 8 dips this is blue enough)

Enough as in "all done".

(Hazel says "Enough, time to cuddle.")

 

What is enough to keep children safe? To keep each other safe?

So much depends on...

Enough.

 

#63 local and global

I've become a bit addicted to the podcast Hidden Brain. One of the questions posed during the episode I listened to this morning was about how "big" we choose for our world to be. I've been thinking about that today...local and global.

While I made sourdough crackers,

and played with the indigo vat (I like it when the colors feather),

and stitched on this cloth.

 

 

#53 weeds

One definition of a weed is something growing where you don't want it. 

The Goldenrod in one of the garden beds at work is being pulled up for that reason.  I brought some home for my garden. 

I hope it spreads as much here...

I am home tomorrow and hoping that the dry weather holds for at least another day.  There is a lot to do, including some weeding.

 

#49 what I want to say

To not be present with what is happening in the country I call home seems inappropriate today.

I have spent most of my life working with young children. We teach them that hurting each other and destroying property is never okay. This doesn’t change when we grow up. There has to be another way to bring attention, to create change, to live our lives. Violence is not the answer nor can it become the focus.

What really matters will become lost if it does. 

#49.2 added June 4th: Please read the comments if you haven't.  More thought there because of course, thoughts develop.

 

#48 it rained today

I stitched rain puddles and hearts.  And listened to an On Being Interview . I'll add this to my journal:

"If we’re not supposed to dance, Why all this music?” Gregory Orr

It's still raining and it's a slow sad dance, but there is still music...

#39 mend

Sour dough starter, almost ready...

#23 to post or not to post

_{A random stream of (mostly) unedited thoughts...}

_{I suppose that as a child I drew boats as much as houses. Children draw what they see and experience.  What they dream about.} 

_{Are adults any different? I still like to draw boats. This is layer upon layer of doodling and painting, of filters that alter how the layers blend.}

_Play.

_{The playing is always the easy part; it's whether to share, or how to share, or why to share that is the hard question.}

_{What is "good enough" to share and does that matter? (That's not a plea for reassurance by the way).  It's a question I keep pondering and wondering about. Mostly humans are social.  Sharing to feel a part of a community? Sharing to communicate?}

_{Some questions always have slippery answers.  Especially now, answers can be elusive, layered.} 

_{I like () because it is often the thought beneath the thought, another layer.}

_{To share, or not to share, that is the question}

_{("to be or not to be" Shakespeare).}

 

 

#21 Things that will make you laugh and cry

Interview with Ocean Vuong,"On Being".

"We often tell our students, “The future’s in your hands.” But I think the future is actually in your mouth.  You have to articulate the world you want to live in first."

Planet Money:  "Lives Vs. the Economy."

"They say a human life is worth about $10 million."

 

#12 without words but not without story

#8 bandwidth

Bandwidth as defined by the Oxford dictionary:

1. a range of frequencies within a given band, in particular that used for transmitting a signal.
2. the energy or mental capacity required to deal with a situation.

This morning Jude brought up something many of us may be experiencing...slow internet.  It is ironic that bandwidth can be used for describing mental health too...

It's been a tradition for me to rent/stream the movie Enchanted April each spring.  This year I'm not going to (or any other movies) and instead take the time to read the book.

"So entirely unaware was Mrs. Wilkins that her April for that year had then and there been settled for her that she dropped the newspaper with a gesture that was both irritated and resigned, and went over to the window and stared drearily out at the dripping street."  Elizabeth Von Arnim 

And instead of dreaming of the beautiful clothes/robes that they wear in the movie, perhaps it's time to act on the inspiration of the movie?