In a smaller, slower and simpler way, I inch my way back. While August seems a bit like September, I am wondering what September will seem like. Then I laugh knowing that it doesn't matter what it seems like.
In considering (reconsidering really) weave, I am finding a renewed sense of Natural Order.
A bit of sanity. So to speak.
Ready again to consider all things. Through weave.
Today. a Cloudy day. Caught by my own Whisperings. I thought about whitewashing. I covered my existing work with white. Or white-ish. Un-dyed actually. Not sure if I will be the same. I might be forever in between. Understanding and not. And perhaps wordless here for a while. Or longer.
Have you ever just known. That everything had changed ? Like in a clear way? It is quite alarming. And explaining is not an option.