May 2016

	Rained all day and I still had sunshine
5.1.2016

	Arising from improvisation, ignoring the season, flaunting my subconscious and still surprising me, drawings appear every day, from intention to finished piece, only revealing themselves in full bloom.
5.2.2016

	The end of the struggle was not figuring out how I thought up my ideas but finally realizing the ideas were creating me.
5.3.2016

	What it wants to be, what I need it to be, what others need, and what it is.
5.4.2016

5.5.2016

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5.8.2016

	Spending the words elsewhere and fiddling with details.
5.9.2016

	I drew this today and now things really are starting to pile up.
5.10.2016

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5.12.2016

5.13.2016

	Personalities interwoven
5.14.2016

5.15.2016

Standing outside my studio barn, looking down, then suddenly looking up as the wind stirred the branches, face to face with hickory leaves, in a freshly poised, newly burst open pod I felt the presence, a lively plant consciousness saying to me, "We want more trees, more trees!" "How can I raise a hickory?" "You call me a hickory but I am not one plant. The mass of vegetation grows and unfolds together. Let the meadow grow wild and trees will follow." "I get it, I will try, be well - but what about your tree consciousness? What do you have to teach me?" "The leaves you see are brand new - they are babies reborn each spring. Their life has just started but the branch they are connected to has lasted many years, the trunk and roots are older still. Attention can be placed at any of these scales: the cyclical leaf, the enduring branch, and the whole tree; telling the story of what comes from the air and soil, passing through this pattern, germinated so long ago but not lasting forever.

5.16.2016

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5.18.2016

	Playing many roles for everyone's benefit
5.19.2016

5.20.2016

	Disproportionate thought
5.21.2016

	My daughter and I tossed acorns in the pool and then, using small sticks, raced to see who could fish them out first.
5.22.2016

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5.24.2016

	I've started to notice that the places I do nothing is where the light appears.
5.25.2016

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5.28.2016

	Swimming, leftovers, and spontaneous naps
5.29.2016

	It's not the one thing, but every little thing that together, like gravity forming a star out of dust, accretes the noticeable contraction adding roughness to an otherwise smooth flow of creativity.
5.30.2016

5.31.2016