Yesterday I looked at this one. Continuing from here. Just looked.
I thought about finishing it. Then I thought about wishing. Wishing might be just imagining. A sense of possibility. A keeper of that.
I thought about how different those things are. Wishing and doing. But then not, considering how one thing might lead to another if you keep going.
A wish is good. It is a beginning. A beginning is never undone. It is patient. It waits, persists. I wish to finish this one today.
But today, I will work on the Magic Feather Cloth I call HOME. Where the flight path has become a Ring of Wishes. Some still being born. Some kind of endless flow.
I won't finish this today, but the wishes will keep me going.
I'll be back over to Diaires tomorrow.