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Mostly that doesn't happen. I wake often. And Soul-o wakes me. To talk, to eat. To go out, to... just to wake me. Last night he slept. Up early, both of us. My camera takes weird pictures in low light lately. It has many settings. It isn't the camera, it is me not knowing about all of that. So this morning is blurry even after a good sleep.
There is a red sky this morning. Dad, being a sea guy always said...
Red sun at night, sailors' delight.Red sun at morning, sailors take warning.
I always liked this version better...Shakespeare.
“Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”
This photo looks like one of Dad's watercolors. I think of Dad. I think of turbulence. Not in terms of fear. But in terms of life.
Later, I sit here. At the mending table.
Thinking back. How naive I was when I made this quilt. That is what distances me from it now. I long for simpler times. Yet I have left them behind, as we do.
The ring around the center Nine will alternate sun and moon. Time passing. And this cloth definitely needs a bit of turbulence. And a little less Pollyanna. It will grow up over time.
Note to self, although not a new one.
Mending is Design. Design is Mending.
PS, it's that time again. Blog remodel time. Expect interruptions.