Blog o’ Gnosis

I woke up one morning recently to a brilliant sky, cold and clear. When Vince and I stepped out for our morning walk, I caught a whiff of something on the wind that it took me a moment to recognize. It was familiar but strangely out of place; something not quite a perfume yet a grassy smell, not quite an incense yet it made me think of blessingways. Finally my nose caught on: sweetgrass. Pungent sweetgrass hung low over the street like it had just been harvested from the fields, or lingered after burning for hours in some temple nearby.

How close outside the door chaos dwells. And closer still the faster we race, the more details we leave to chance, like stitches dropped in a daisy chain. It is crazy season out there. The rain drives everyone into the ground, we are drenched before we reach the car, and there is never enough time [...]

I spent this evening with magazine pictures spread all over my dining room table, sifting through them, cutting and rearranging my favorites on a big piece of black paper. Also at hand were scissors, glue stick, clear contact paper, and a brand new spiral-bound journal. I was assembling a collage to cover my new journal, an act I perform every few months as the old one fills up.