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It’s hard to believe it’s almost July and this year’s count of 2,022 is nearly halfway through. Does absolutely everything seem like one fast and slow dissonant moment to you? Something like the sands of time and the winds of change collaborating in a wicked storm of present tense? Maybe it’s a strange mass puberty of consciousness causing us to restlessly slip between dimensions.

Some people call it “poor time management”--and how bold they are to manage something so wild and unseen as time.

I’ve been thinking of you all a lot these past few months, as I slowly but surely have been crocheting headbands, or tube scarfs, or lacy things, for each of you mail-buddies. Thank you for being so patient. I can be a bit optimistic with how long it takes me to make, and truly, I’ve been up to my knees with many things.

I just spent a week and half in Valdez at the 30th Annual Valdez Theatre Conference with my father, whose play was accepted to the play-lab. What an enchanting time that was. I slept in a hammock in the backyard of the conference coordinator, learned and performed a monologue in 3 days for a theater full of devoted artists, saw a dozen new plays read and workshopped, guested a 1-hour radio show on the local station, and wandered into a dorm-room-fringe-art-party the last night where I performed a poem and a song and won a trophy of dubious origins--(& saw *even stranger* performances).

Returning home, rehearsals for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in which I had been cast as Hermia shortly before my trip, were off-book and in full swing. All-days, all-calls. The cast is dedicated and playful and rehearsing has been a delight. I haven’t acted on a stage since 2020, other than the monologue in Valdez. It is nice to be part of that world again.

I’d like to share a few pictures I’ve taken over the past couple of months of my messy progress and art spaces. In the crochet world, I have moved from mosaic to lace. In the zine world, it is a beautiful chaos of parts. Pt II on hold until the show opens. In the plant world, everything is finally outside and beginning to bloom and fruit and do all of the things healthy plants are wont to do. I have made acquaintance with a very bold squirrel with no fear of god or mankind who likes to eat the sunflower seeds the chickadees drop from my birdfeeder. Despite the two terriers next door, they visit at least a couple of times a week. Each time, they get a little bit closer to crawling into my lap. One of these days I’ll wear pants and just let it happen.

Happy belated solstice, my friends. Stay hydrated, and captivated by the wonder of existence. I’ll be in touch again soon.