He spends a lot of time with the bike's old carburetor.. A kind of mending I guess. Making do. We've been riding. Wind.
He is a really nice guy, with a wonderful mind...an unparallelled sense of honesty (could cut you really) and loyalty. Patience. But, honestly I might have married him for his hands. Even if it was just to look at them.
This piece was not really planned. A bit from this, and idea from that. Scraps of self over time. Past , present and in between. I named it last night after posting it at Diaries and then having no words.
How one heart might affect another without explanation
I think that will work. Work for so many things really. When something has reach beyond just one little thought, I know it is right. And I keep going.
A doodle for Wednesday, not a new one, until I put it on cloth.
We. Started out making shoelaces. I held the string . He showed me the plaiting. We talked about what we learned as children. Many things were the same even though we grew up on different sides of this earth.
He made this. For me. It holds a rock he found at the Grand Canyon. He went without me. And learned to fly. Came back a pilot. He is like a bird. A natural feel for it.
It amazes me. The work involved in holding lives together. We have so many differences. But we also have a a lot in common. And he has beautiful hands. Always did.