It Rained. 
But it stopped mid afternoon.
It rained this much, a long slow drizzle that started before dawn. I spent a few hours outside and found a huge colony of ground bees nesting next to the old compost pile. So many that I could hear them buzzing. Most folks around here exterminate them. I love them. I love that they are solitary bees but live in a community close by to one another. That they are peaceful and go about their business. Sometimes they bump into me. I hope it is because I seem like a flower.
I tidied the squares of earth. I added flow. I stitched a bit. Accentuating the the thing that stands,the structure, the shelter that is now grounded in movement often gone unnoticed. And now I am accentuating the the thing that moves through it. The open heart(h). It's swell that the center is a nine(lives)patch.
Today my brother and the love of his life Julio are tying the knot. To build a longer thread. We will go to the old sea, the ocean, where we released our parent's ashes. Just a few of us. And the day will be like a candle in these dark days where all love seems challenged. And we will not be Lemmings.
