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Joshua Bond's avatar

Thank you for putting 'being lost' in a variety of constructive lights.

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Deborah Bell's avatar

I’m glad you liked it, Joshua! How’s the sculpting going? 💛

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Joshua Bond's avatar

Thank you for remembering. Amongst other photos, you can see a couple of pics of an angel sculpture here: https://joshuabondyarnshifting.substack.com/p/current-projects

I am currently making eight similar ones to form a ceremonial circle - but we have run out of space in our garden. So I am looking for 'shared space', or a community space, or some other solution. Or a piece of land nearby to buy. Or do some 'gorilla sculpting' in the wild. Not sure yet how all this will pan out.

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Deborah Bell's avatar

This is fantastic — plans for a ceremonial circle of angels and I also love the living cave. You could always create wild sculptures in nearby woodlands, that would be wonderful. So what would the ceremonial circle be for, if you don't mind me asking?

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Unacceptable Bob's avatar

I'm a wanderer.

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Deborah Bell's avatar

We should all wander at times.

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Unacceptable Bob's avatar

Canada is nice and big, ideal for wanderers.

If I were to explore the woods as I did as I child, I would have to contend with a new threat: ticks. They have become a plague.

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Deborah Bell's avatar

Yeah, I love Canada. Sorry to hear about the ticks though!

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Richard Aston's avatar

A wanderer is the next level of being lost. Like a Flanear where wandering without a master plan is a process of discovery and humility that turns up what you could never have imagined but find out you needed

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Deborah Bell's avatar

Yes, that’s exactly it. I like the idea of wanderer as the next level of being lost. By accepting your state of lostness, you transform it into something else.

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Unacceptable Bob's avatar

I began wandering as soon as my parents allowed me to. In the golf course in winter, in the mountain my uncles owned, and along other paths during school lunchtime. I had a compulsion for following paths. I received more than 1 spanking for my wanderings. I would often lose track of time.

When I went to college in Montreal, I spent a month and a half exploring the city. Nun's Island, apartment complexes in Verdun, all sorts of places where the Metro could take me. Fed apples to seagulls in Parc Agrignon. I was supposed to be attending class. Dropped out of college by October.

In my 30s and 40s I wandered across Canada by car. Then I would settle down, only to pick up and leave 1-3 years later.

Now I don't have a car and have discovered wandering by bike.

I don't know why I do this. It's relaxing and there never was much of a chance I'd end up lost. The world is crisscrossed with roads, trails and paths.

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Deborah Bell's avatar

Wonderful, we should never give up wandering and exploring our whole lives long.

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