Erin's #17 keeps writing itself

Erin D.H. Williams sent me a couple of her sketches that she harvested from time spent with her "nest." I think they are as beautiful as a thing can be. And I think they open spaces for questions. Like her I am experiencing the line quality of my designated space in playful, supportive, surprising ways.

This one is less playful and more intense. I have also felt this aspect of my space. I am curious if the up and down lines evoke Erin's sense of her own kinesphere when she's in that ring, or the range she could potentially make use of. But there's so much more here. The ghostly little witness on the left. and the whoosh cutting through the center of the nest like a highway, full of velocity.

I'd like to note that I am NOT getting into my space every day for 10 breaths as I'd set out to do. I am getting in more frequently though, and I am finding myself incredibly touched. It is a bit as though I had tagged a wild animal whom I can now spot, going about and doing her thing without her being aware that I am witnessing. Do you know, or can you imagine, that feeling? You build a secret, one-way bond.