Skylight

We slept outside in a tent. First time in ten years! The tent had a skylight and falling asleep to the stars was just perfect. Mr Ponce and me sat up way too late talking and drinking coffee

I'm still waiting for the rush, 'The feeling of health, the full-noon trill'

At the festival a potter by the name of Annie Van Every gave me one of her pieces that a woman had refused to pay for after she chipped it. It touched me.


I'm still whirling about it. I think she was trying to inspire me. It was nice after Wendy.