i didn't make a plan for life, chance produced change, i got rid of a lot of things along the way, yet i accumulated other things, i'll let them go, and find out what remains. if i didn't have r.'s help i'd still be in the studio with the dust and the collected objects of time past. that container that contained me uncomfortably, stiflingly. i would have croaked in there eventually. i see something was indicated, that need for completion, completion meaning lightening, lightening for transition. hum, does this make sense? i think so, i think it's time for letting go, and time for taking care of what stays.