Spiraling from the Spine of the Group

Today a world started to form, we poured and folded together the material. 

 A recipe list was created and discarded. 
We built, we did 100 things, we came as we were. 
The piece breathed, it became a thing. 

Pushing the membrane, cracking the egg 
Working in our comfort zone and just beyond it. 
A close reach to a place we do not know. 

Trapped in thought, circling, flocking, breaking through. 
A conveyor belt of actions.
Repetition with development. 

Milk that reach! The arms twist - spiraling from the back, spiraling from the spine of the group.

 ...and yes we ask, what are we reaching for?

Enough water to keep hydrated, a safe trip on the road home, 
the moment you feel your contents pouring into the next fold of an idea. 

If you nest an egg, heat it with a yellow light... something will happen. 
The journey is the process, the ending is just a removal of layers that is ongoing. 

The depth of our edges is unknown. 

four desires for the order of material,
cross-referencing similarities and difference on the play board

~ Sara C.