Nature gives us the most sublime patterns, the chambered nautilus, the rings of the tree, the simple trail of the worm working it’s way through the soil. Bird feet prints, the white lines on the highway, the skeleton of the leaf, things that repeat. As humans we form our own patterns of behavior. Get up, make coffee, walk dogs…day in day out we are habituated to patterns. Every once in a while we break out, break free, only to start new patterns all over again. There is comfort in knowing what we know will be the same, what we think will be the same or, at least we are comforted by the notion of comfort. Playing with patterns, in the journal, for it’s own sake.