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I am the sandpiper that skips over stones on our walk I squawk like you talk and kick steps hip hop I want to slow inside, steady willow dripping down To fill with seeds, soften To find weight, sink Prize space/time My nature drowns in much muchness To root down, fall into earth Watch humans rush To find now, be, notice No speeding through air clouds Heart like ocean, brain like universe Push down, pull up, legs grip, still wavering stalks  Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash.
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$1, $10, $100, whatevs :) Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress (me). This mostly contains raw rough content pulled out of practice notebooks. Occasional posts also invite you into the way I work, with intermittent notes on the hows and whys on the whats I make. Less often you may also find prompts and processes I've brought to workshops, as well as surveys that help me gather material for projects. Similar earlier posts from years ago can be found on: Archives
May 2023
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