The word Poof.
For the magic of appearing and disappearing. Though, I think, basically a kind of sudden unexplained change in what and where without a lot of why. And perhaps, a bit later, wondering how. More commonly though, linked to the disappearing part. As is nowhere, nothing. Gone.
I stitched a little patch of Poof back here. And I was gone for a while. But was I?
I worked around the patch "log cabin" style (which is like building a basket). I guess, because, for me, poof is a place. Maybe it's an in between place where I need not explain.
Anyway, a larger cloth. I had the 5" puzzle pieces prepared to be a frame of mind. And built the 3" poof to fit in the middle of a blank 9. A safe no place.
Comfort Zone. Sanity Series #?, I lost count.
It's hard to read. It was difficult to make the word appear. Like a new language.
January is passing. I hope to get a new Feel Free Newsletter out by February. Many things have changed. I heard the coyotes here last night, wow.
