I was not at this meeting, having been struck down for a second time by Covid.
But Clare gathered some "rather watery Droppings, with bird life. Well, what else would you expect?"
Thank you, Clare!
Dove Droppings, 27 January 2024
there are always oystercatchers
I love the sound
Free Jazz
the Tor
an acupuncture point
in the landscape
a slight resistance in the paper
a heron flying low
we knew we wouldn't sleep
my night in the Underworld
it was flooded
you could go up
hundreds of people latching on
some of them
get stuck underneath
they still link up
ripples in the sand
sticky-out then going in
know what a cartwheel was
when you glue it
the fluff comes up
he's using it in books now
it doesn't want to
use a chopstick
oh gosh!
it's got legs
it stood up
momentum - I want that
all the tools in the toolbox
the marks - sandbanks
the disappearance of language
into the fold
over the salt flats
Our next meeting will be on Saturday 24th February.
Here are a few more of my small meditative pieces entitled Into the Light, dyed with indigo, black walnut, and red cabbage.
And another little 16-fold meander book dyed with red onion.
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