I took some pictures of the moon through the trees. And even though I couldn't get the camera setting right, I liked them. Like ragged holes in the sky.
They reminded me of these. Holes in the earth.
Which on this cloth are also holes in the sky.
This morning the cloth we call home was a curtain. Hanging between me and the bright morning sun. Useful. Shielding me. But at the same time filtering through the cloth to help me complete this Ring of Vision.
It is interesting to be mending the cloth with holes. New eyes. Space. Less.
Because of the way this cloth we call Home came together, there are gaps. Along the edge, where a certain kind of staying power is desired, I have filled them.
At the same time marked them. Filled them with cloth or stitch or both. Like lone flames. In red. To remember them. Gaps are important places. Like holes. Probably they had a lot to do with the invention of bridges. And mending. Making do and Just Going.