Feeling a rhythm

Oh, the textile metaphor has turned into sound!

Or maybe it's the automatic movement of a hand passing a shuttle through the threads of the warp.

Anyway, I slept! Until just before 5am, nearly dawn. No news from Jen (the walk should be started by now) so I continue with the post from last night. 20:20 it started, 07:20 it was finished! Then around 5.30 they come, three together, emails from midday in the Midlands countryside. I feel bound to respond. To break the silence and record the spoken word. Bound not by process, obligation or intent. Rather moved to, inevitable consequence of interaction, how could I (in all being) not?

The texts (sent be email mobile to mobile to avoid texting charges to my phone here in Canada) I'll post as a separate thread under projects, Jen, soundwalks (until it acquires another name).

I could swim this-morning (rather than at night), eat a hearty breakfast and go to my studio :) feeling the rhythm of the day.