Have I just written a poem?
The idea came in the night – as they often do – to use more of my eco prints on coffee filters, as page wrappers.
I like the metaphysics of wrapping.
I dreamt when I slept that my cat was ill. In distress, she was howling to be let out and when out, ran off to a garden where she plunged into cool and healing waters. It’s the second such dream of my cat in distress, second night in a row. She isn’t sick, my cat (I checked!) But I know who is. It’s not me.
I’m lighting a candle. Lighting a way to the healing waters. Fire for water. I lit another such candle, a while back, in Aylesford Priory. St Francis came and gave me an image – of a fan. There’s fire and water in my eco prints, come to think of it. Earth and air.
Who said night was for sleeping? What is sleeping, anyway? I seem to do most of my business asleep, in the dark hours. Business isn’t the art, as you see, but the reason for the art. And to be anything but blundering and bumbling would require that I see into the future and not just my own. I’m grateful to the Sender of Ideas. And messages.
At last it is fanning out, like a hand of cards, a raison d’etre for my coffee filter eco prints.
What is in your spread of cards today?