I just got back from a bike ride with a deer scapula strapped to my package rack. Jessica was on my mind. I was ready to clean a bit, but thought to check my email first. There was Jessica’s email, the end, the beginning. I knew it had happened. Cindy died this morning at 8am. I would like to say I felt it then, but it was only on seeing Jessica in my inbox that I knew. Sitting in my studio, face stained with tears, I heard Tesha step outside and greet the yard rabbit who was sitting at the front door...death and life together.
local to local
Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson
7.22.2011
I just got back from a bike ride with a deer scapula strapped to my package rack. Jessica was on my mind. I was ready to clean a bit, but thought to check my email first. There was Jessica’s email, the end, the beginning. I knew it had happened. Cindy died this morning at 8am. I would like to say I felt it then, but it was only on seeing Jessica in my inbox that I knew. Sitting in my studio, face stained with tears, I heard Tesha step outside and greet the yard rabbit who was sitting at the front door...death and life together.