I woke up feeling bleh.
As I get older I worry about not feeling well. My mind runs away with me, imagining what it might be instead of what it is.
But no doctor. Old Sea. Old sea speaks to me.
And apple cider vinegar and honey in a bottle of water. Mom's cure all. Day 2.
Two little girls on the beach yesterday. Hours spent catching little fish in their net. Putting them in a bucket. And finally throwing them back. I sat and watched for a long time as it seemed they caught me in many memories from my own childhood. As the sound of the waves seemed to wash my worries away. I floated. I stitched.
House of Stray. I called it that a while back. I am still calling that. It is about safety. Relationship. The freedom to choose Way.
By sundown I felt better. I slept. Here I am. Feeling good.
Still working at finishing up what is here. Because after a while there is no room for new ideas.
But sometimes when I pick up an old idea,it feels new again. And that's good enough.
Working my way around the edge. It's bigger than I remember.