When you are colour blind these sort of puzzles have an extra dimension of trickery. But are still much played with. Isaac asked if I could help him sort the colourd blocks into piles because his eyes could not see some colours and when I said... hmmm I wish I could swap eyes with you to see what you see. He replied; Well... you can't! You need to wait until you get another pair of eyes in your next life! These are my own special eyes! I agreed. His eyes are indeed special in the way they see the world.
While he built the leaning tower of Piza I carried on with my knitting: in case you were wondering it's cashmere wool and it is going to turn (magically) into a little baby bonnet. Not sure which baby's head it will adorn as have a fair few friends and family members with swelling bellies.
We dug a bag of clay from the side of a stream on my friend's land. Isaac shaped a chunk into a little Insect House complete with holes poked with a stick. Already we have seen stirrings of life and families of tiny things moving in :)
I shaped mine into something else. Can you see what I made?
Yeah. There it is in the middle: A tiny pregnant Goddess figure appeared in my hands as I thought about a friend without the support of her own embracing mother. It's there so when I catch a glimpse my thoughts can be guided to her.
And.
Unbelievably.
Walking on the beach later, I found this pebble.
It looked to me, exactly the shape of my previous clay-thoughts.
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