Walking on the swamp monsters back. It is a difficult way to travel, tromping through the swamp. Probing the ground ahead with a long pole. Like looking for the truth amongst patches of unnecessary filling. Probing the ideas that might be found in the marshy depths. It is a precarious enterprise. But it is there to be found. Found by anybody who is prepared relinquish any and every thing to find it. Poking our probe into the slushy mush. What will we find here? A group of men and women sit.

Thursday, July 16, 2015. But in a split second it was gone, the handful of my mother. While a serious matter, we joked and made light. Not to be too serious. Where one day we would be, as generations follow in the mystery to recognize eternity in the cycle.

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Tuesday, October 7, 2014. Monday, September 15, 2014. Visiting Print studios in Oaxaca. Thanks to Marietta Bernstorff for taking me around Oaxaca to see and visit people who love their work. They work with Litho offset and other commercial processes to keep up with the times but its founder love still resides in letterpress. This is Taller Colectivo Tamayo.

Hello, beautiful friends! It has been far too long. I have been traveling, went on retreat, unplugged and recharged a bit. It was the perfect medicine, but I have felt disconnected from you and from the blog. I have been wanting to share this recipe with you for ages.