July 2017

	Earth basket Summer sun The rock doesn't care How the day gets done
7.1.2017

7.2.2017

	Late night conversations with trees
7.3.2017

	Family time
7.4.2017

	There is more and more I tell no one. Universe born whole, every movement, in my soul, as a bowl, a womb, a tomb, a hot air balloon, what is or can be, eleven dimensions of possibility, while all I do is exist. It's absurd! I'm no longer able to reduce it to words.
7.5.2017

	Many vessels, same light
7.6.2017

	Long summer days turning
7.7.2017

7.8.2017

	Arrival at scout camp
7.9.2017

	A bowl in continuum or bowl shaped continuum?
7.10.2017

	Different vessels, same light
7.11.2017

	My vision for the future is a mental formation, queued up just after attention to body temperature and before money stress. Traveling like code, through mental bureaucracy, mixing fear and desire, my vision for the future is reduced to an up or down in the register of well being.
7.12.2017

7.13.2017

7.14.2017

7.15.2017

7.16.2017

	Countless and casual expansions and contractions of every day life
7.17.2017

	A notion, slowly arising in my brain, a story about inner light and a surrounding vessel, how consciousness needs some kind of form to concentrate, some pressure to self-reflect, and now asking: what is this energy, why does it want to emerge, what are the benefits of self-expression, and what are the optimal methods for containing or letting it go?
7.18.2017

7.19.2017

7.20.2017

	Light, the first breath, then slowly color, like blood, begins to flow
7.21.2017

	Mouth full of light
7.22.2017

	Six jugs and a bowl
7.23.2017

7.24.2017

	Reflecting the self-illuminating source
7.25.2017

	Whirlwind of energy sheds shells
7.26.2017

7.27.2017

	The vessel is not separate from the environment
7.28.2017

	The bowl is always full
7.29.2017

7.30.2017

	In Vermont for a retreat with the ArtMonks - mornings sitting under the pear tree, afternoons drawing.
7.31.2017