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
“By means of all created things, without exception, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagine it as distant and inaccessible, where as in fact we live steeped in its burning layer. “ Teilhard. It is very still, and yet the wind ruffles everything. No car has rounded our corner yet today, nothing large on the highway either. Jessica sleeps in her basement hideaway and I am resistant to rise. Waiting for clouds to move on…or for the storm… a singular moment, completely unique and yet not even so much as a full thread in the larger fabric.