approach

anticipation, arrival

looming,

overhead, down below

coming into view

imagination filling in the gaps

the expanse of possibility

increasingly tethered to actuality

how we approach. . . a task, a situation, a someone

familiar or foreign

or this,

the view from inside the fuselage

as clouds part

and ground comes into view

speed of flight palpable only against the shifting landscape

the trigonometry of landing

not quite there yet,

the body holds hope, or trepidation, or perhaps

nothing at all

the buildings get closer

forms emerge

maybe it is nighttime

the midwest at Halloween,

flashing purple and orange lights adorn houses

the candy not yet distributed,

costumes still being planned or donned,

a strangeness that tickles the brain

so this is what it looks like from above.

or here, in this cover photo,

the Glastonbury Tor,

that rod of power jutting out of the zodiac landscape from the highest hill,

flattened from another point of view,

emitting strength all the same,

the how am i going to climb this?

or land,

or complete the journey,

as if a journey wants true completion,

optimism saturates the incomplete,

a marble dropped now could roll down the grass any which way,

adventure on the descent into reality

a pleasure in exerting a specific path,

open to kinks in the plan,

as the actual asserts itself into the vastness,

an elevation of position shifting the view,

showing what else can become

than what is.

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i’m almost done with the next beaded bound crown,

the planets are in,

declination shown in their placement toward one end of the expanse,

beaded bounds, end of Leo to mid-Capricorn, planets at far southern declination

the centripetal force of knowing there’s only just over two signs to go,

accelerating my needle.

it’s not complete yet,

and, a shimmering sadness in the ouroborotic joining the beginning to the end,

zodiac complete,

chart set, ready for wear,

already planning iterations for the next one,

what I would change, what I would keep the same,

adjusting,

pivoting based on what i learned this time.

the dream of five new colors, of an array of new planets in new locations,

the glimmering sense of what it might look like,

before any of that is chosen.

it’s this part of the creative process, the finishing up and plotting on,

that’s where we are.

What are you working on? how much do you have left to go? Are you already making plans to approach the work again? in the same ways? or totally differently?

See you again on the 12th of May,

-jenn

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Cover photo by Chris Haig on Unsplash.