Putting together treads, lines of thinking, investigations and thoughts. In the middle of last week a big funeral for a dear friend, which has unravelled me.
There is a precision of thinking that I can assume others have but I don't, but I need to remind myself that the practice, and the practicing of the practice, is where my thinking can get done. Handling materials and thinking about places, being present with materials and thinking through them.
And my slow thinking; precipitation through limestone, slow seeping. dripping and honing. Slowly remaking connections.
Writing prompts are helpful to reconnect with my thinking, because our prompts take up out of our thinking. So, despite, outside of, and circumventing ourselves, to come back to ourselves differently.
Last week I wrote the words 'silence helps me not to be silent', that I need silence around me to be able to think and stay connected, and 'saying one thing out loud, helps me to say the next'.That is what these small pieces of writing are doing, and that is what practice does too.
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