This week was a week of noticeable transition.  CJ and i were getting accustomed to getting up and out the door in the mornings, as it was our first week off of summer time and back on to school time.  Which is mostly CJ getting herself ready for school, and me getting ready to drive her near enough, in the backed-up line of cars, to let her out.  She gets out of the car and walks at the point when the students are walking faster than the cars are moving.  Which is not too long of a walk, so it works out fine.

I have started on a painting, and it’s going a bit slow, but, i am liking the process.  It is very much like feeling my way along a ledge on the outside of a building…and then being pulled through a window now and then.  I think that i might take detail photos of certain areas as we go along.  yes…we.  As for me, to make (what most of us call) art, i must (and like to) interact and collaborate (play together) with my Creator.  It is in the painting process that i have been learning this, along with the comprehension that the interaction,  collaboration and play can (and probably should) take place in other aspects of my life as well.

And, of course, in the middle of it all, was this feeling of going back in time, or being in some kind of limbo or stillness, as many things have been said and done in remembrance of the loss and changes that took place, ten years ago, on Sep. 11, 2001.
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