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
It is almost hot outside. I shield my eyes from the beloved sun… something so incredibly dear and yet lethal in too much abundance. Can’t live with… can’t live without. Today I peel off layers; yesterday, on the summer solstice, there was new snow in the mountains. It is not a conundrum, it is balance, just like the relationship of the specific and the whole. Our difficulty is in being the particular and thinking we are the universal, when in fact particular and universal are just another pair of strange bedfellow.