Inspired by a friend's post. Thoughts of symbolizing sound in cloth. The sound of shaking things up. A new component. The rattle. And rattle and basket seem right. Basket might hold rattle. Rattle might complete basket. I will be talking more about this over at Diaries later, and while I am on the subject, the basket (self) as a vessel. that holds and gathers, I think it all fits to a future plan that includes one thing into another, one thing, one place. In the new year of the basket, I begin again and gather all the scraps of self I can hold, together in one place, which becomes all things. Still with plenty of space to breathe. Lots of that. A new sense of that.