seem tiny, inconsequential;
metaphors for some larger thing: a change of mind
Intention is what sprouts from the seed in a great work of art.
I pick at a bone of contention with the capital A art set. blah blah blah and yammer.
An hour or two squandered stitching a tiny bead: harbinger of change within: a precious gift of time when there is so little. I suddenly feel wealthy.
And is there so little time? Or are we all just a bit too housebroken?
And it's an auspicious start to a week when I put a post into both Unruly and Philosophy categories.
Happy Monday all.