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


On finishing Erdrich’s book I looked back at the pages with turned corners where there was something to reconsider. First, “I remember my great grand mother… when she had aged past the reaches of her own mind.” If I age past the reaches of my own mind, will I be agitated about it. What part of the mind remains to worry about what is lost? And then I found this; “…over the years I have acquired and reshuffled my beliefs and doubts about whether we live on after death in any shape beyond the molecular level…” We all spend time considering the urge to not end at the end of our lives. And yet, if it is all over with the last breath, if nothing remains to consider what is lost, where is the losing? While re-reading, I began to feel tension at the back of my eyes. Tears? Perhaps it was just the fact that I am leaving Two Dot for 7 days, which is a reminder that in a month I will leave it for the long winter of work in Seattle. What would it be like to have these long days never ending? To have time where I didn’t consider losing time?