My co-pilot over the past year has a new book. She keeps filling them up with thoughts and learnings and notes and stuff.
This one has a closure and some little leather leaves, as well as a drawing on it. I loosely represented the flight of thought with feathers both at rest and dangling from a hoop. This hoop has no woven web with which to filter the “bad” dreams out. I intended the idea to be an imaginative passageway for the happy and the sad, the scary and exhilarating portions of daily and nightly life.
Leo: May this book serve you well on your new paths, as a reminder of what you have already accomplished.