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.
In one way or another.