They said it would rain but it didn't.
There was some late night reinforcing of center. Holding can be a simple and beautiful thing with no other agenda. Today's nine is a basket holding nine again. By a thread. Note to self: Stay true to your holding and you may grow into a magic vessel. Hold more without taking up any more space.
I like how I've divided space and filled it at the same time. The form that has resulted holds so much. How broken apart and mended is a symbol of strength. Resource. Just Going. Heart. Hope. Truth. How it might happen, becoming more, dream catching, gathering, inspiration, kindness, magic, oneness, patience, placekeeping, problem solving, redefinition, sense, transformation, trust, usefulness, weathering the storm, what if. So many things I hold dear. Keep me sane.