you could be sitting on a train. sewing. and you need a pen to draw a face on a lion, to guide your stitches. and you can't find it. and while you rummage through your tangled nest of thread and scraps, a piece of shibori seems to be watching you. those shibori eyes seem a bit wide apart so you think what if i pull them closer? and you do.
and then you come across that linen scrap you were pulling apart yesterday. (remembering linen frays really easily) and you make a face without the pen, and the fringe has screamed mane. that ghost of a shadow lion (lion #4) has a face. coincidence. developing nicely. burning without a flame, but when i close my eyes i see an explosion of possibility. glad i didn't bring that pen.
