June is a flash of light. All the waiting for nice weather and a garden in full swing has given way to just that, in the blink of an eye, so swiftly that it feels like I’ve missed my morning alarm. I’m grateful but completely thrown.
I must make some big decisions soon about the materials I want to use for my gallery submission after that residency. Mild paralysis mixed with full on dread.
I’ve been fern hunting in Odell while catching the sunrise over that ridge as often as I can convince my lazy morning body to move, with the bug bites that come with experiencing those glories. There are a couple deadfalls where my tiny tent would fit perfectly and there is just enough sunlight peeking through the 200 year old hemlocks for a raised bed of greens to thrive. A flat of chickpea tins and a can opener could really make a home of it all.
The health issues dropped on me in February have resolved. It is time for some big steps forward and a guttural full body response to anything trying to drag me back.
Fresh Cut Feelings 