Move

Dreams about being scraped from within, from the tender and vulnerable places. Need to turn inside out to let the creature go because it wants to leave. I don't understand why it doesn't leave the way it came in, but it apparently came in the open door and closed it so that it could have the place to itself.

Marin

Good for walks.
Great when Old Growth emerges from indigo overdye.
Brilliant when designed.

Crocking on hands is an indication of handling and work. Love it.

This photographic exercise makes me appreciate that our eyes readily discern that which takes effort with a camera.

Warmth

Something about the color, I think.

Whether it's from mutant-kumquat-sour-orange citrus that gets made into marmalade.
(8C peels+juice+water + 2C water. Add equal volume of sugar, of which 20-25% is turbinado/demerara sugar. Total yield is 10C.)

...or it's AVFKW's Slick in Transnational Fury that flows through my hands...

...and gradually turns into Ysolda's Angostura.

Mad

There's a mad woman chopping things in the kitchen again with knives and a cleaver that she sharpened slowly until they rang with their sharp songs. She drove hundreds of miles from one place to another within the space of a day and left a swath of cars behind her. She walks taller, acts more deliberately, and has become more resolute in the past few weeks. And she's losing weight as she sheds things that are no longer relevant.

To the quick

I'll go ask the doctor-lady.
"Take it out and do it again."
"You're very direct, aren't you?"
"Look at it. it wouldn't work out otherwise and you'd stress and wonder unless you took care of it now. Do it now, while the moon is full."
Damn. Time to look anew, take stock, make choices, and move on.  Maybe I'll find some friends along the way.