Warm. That place between cold and hot.
Comfort. Yesterday was that.
And the feeling of clearing space. It spread throughout the house. Some local charity called and left a message. Do you have any clothing or household items you might spare? I called back, yes. Yes, I have things.
This is the beautiful bowl my son made. It holds the safety pins that I have been removing from the feather cloth. The ones that have been replaced with stitch. I call him. "Make another that I might send to Wendy's kids." Send that one he said. It means more.
I have this idea that things might be pinned to the cloth, for safety. Or pinned anywhere. I like the idea of a safety pin.
A clear day seems a big day. It opens.