discovered these random compasses (compasi?) on an exploratory walk today. Thought it was delightful as one of the poems I've on a post-it right now begins with:
"She wasn't where she had been.
She wasn't where she was going…but she was on her way."
Another surreal arts experience occurred yesterday in this alien new county. I will draw a veil over it as I'm still rather horrified.
I've lived many places and among myriad cultures, but I cannot get a read on this current zip code. It's not necessarily bad, but I've never felt so out-of-place. A fish up a tree is the best way I can describe it.
But this fish finally got paid for January lessons, so there was a trip to the market and the first batch of cookies was whipped up in my new kitchen toy! V. fun to use.
And now to Monday....
I love compasses - and we find them here with the odd sundial - so lovely.
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