It is how it might go.
Form might emerge by considering second chances. In this way it becomes the shape of kindness. Patchwork was born of that. The intention to rescue and the beauty in that.
Leftovers from yesterday's divided circles. And somehow I am back to feathers. Which works for I shall reconsider wings in September. A segment from an old diary series, many thoughts never quite completed. I hope you might join me.
I've a few houses to complete before then. And a few end of the summer chores.
These can also be leaves. Like the ones falling from the Dogwood already. Falling leave are a lot like feathers. Tree feathers. With all the rain, this will be a big tree feather year.
