regenerating

And so  even though I have a little more of this fabric in the bin, it was this the tiniest leftover from something else, just a little piece, still so identifiable, a scrap of cloth  that fell  onto this piece in its early stages, fraying a bit more as I worked and glued it all down with stitch. And as i came upon it this morning, I looked at it with some sadness, sorry to see it disappearing, wondering how to use it here. And then almost in the same moment, joy!, with a bit of consideration, poof!, it was reborn into a livelier version of itself.  I will take some extra gentle time to nurture this.  This indeed is a magic feather. Isn't this what we do? How we continue? There is always some small piece to hold onto. Be careful what you consider trash. What if things die only if we let them?

Today i like this and this.