Small Journeys have no direction. Except somewhere. Like growth. No beginning. No end. Just one thing continuing from another without judgment. That is what I am thinking. The idea of getting ahead must be discarded. Yes. THIS I have finally learned.
Nine is a good seed. It gives me joy. Joy stirs something in me. A kind of Going. A willingness to explore. So it can be. Experienced. Witnessed.
I stitched these yesterday. Just a nine patch in progress. A sort of traditional nine patch. The way I remember doing it first. Remembering is always a new place even though it sounds funny saying that.
The dark squares look black here. But they are very dark indigo. Still Magic.
Just like that. Almost enough.
With the growing moon and the rain, I've one crazy cat on my hands...
(this post is linked to Small Journeys with a little nine patch)
