A surprise binding. Sometimes I put an edge on things so I can feel the context better. I often put the edge on before I am done. I like to do that. It reminds me that I am never done. The ragged binding is so simple, just a torn strip, folded over the edge. I do it when i feel like doing it. I felt like doing it very early this morning when the rain was raining and the sun was hiding. I wanted it to be red.
I don't know where the red came from. Or do i? After a day of closeness and considering how that changes things, us... I again consider how touching transfers energy. Even without conscious intention. How many forms that can take. The conversation. Sometimes understanding is looking back. Pausing to reflect on not knowing. Enjoying this. Discarding ownership of an idea. Being infused with acceptance.
Sometimes a moment is a good as a lifetime.
