I look again today. Begin again I want to think. Whatever that might mean. I suppose as I age, I allow myself to consider Just Going to include or even mean Just Letting Go. And in this way I might redefine Magic again as appearing and disappearing, not magic wands and make believe, but mastering change in some real way. Embracing the beauty and sense of that. I keep needing to clarify that. So as not to be misunderstood.
I look again. Consider image. Consider words. Consider self, consider love, consider change. Change is never sudden, I say to myself, I was probably just not paying attention.
I stitched a bit of patchwork this morning. Just patchwork.
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