I woke at 5am to lok for the crescent moon.
Traces of sunlight in a lapis blue sky at one end of the view;
but cloud cover hid her over the mountain where I expected her.  I know she is there.
A tsunami of emotions this moonth.
I feel them receeding.  Looking toward the new moon.

I can’t be in silence for this Dark of the Moon, but my husband and I work in our studio together, and he is intent as I on what is in front of us.  And I am working between shellac
(wet and unpredictable) and textile (wool, tiny stitches, meditative) in our “work”.

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Watercolors created with Noodler’s pen using Lexington Grey Noodler’s ink in a square Aquabee Super Deluxe journal, with Daniel Smith, and QoR watercolors.

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