It's almost. But not obvious.
I knew it a couple of days ago. I think I heard it. In the air.
Through the thick heat and wild growth, a fading.
The change in the light is there. And the trees are saying, I'm tired. Ever so quietly.
Yesterday my son stopped by for a bit. He talked about his future. I rambled on about my past. Aretha passed on. Then I stitched. Stitched it all together.
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Just Move with the Spirit.
It's a simple thing. But not. Because I'll be 68 this time around and I'm still going but I have a lot to look back on. There is history here and it seems I could go on forever. At this point I could say a lot more about just about all I've said before. And, I've a wedding quilt to make.
Making it official then. One more online adventure. Spirit Cloth Diaries, the final round... Patchwork (which is everything really)in Perspective. Not Free, but Free enough. Begins January 1st, 2019. Runs for 9 months, before I disappear into the forest. Details to be revealed once I figure them out.
