Here I am.
Again.
(loving this,how much the paper seems like cloth)Wondering where I begin. Or not.
With the box I put myself in, looking for another way out.
Over the next month I will work on all the existing small works here. Touch them. Let them go, finished or not. I think one final Spirit Cloth Shop update for small stitched works when Spring begins. I know that once the season changes, I will be outside. Clearing paths. Trying to grasp my new sense of personal space.
Just to clarify, I am now 69. And I have entered into my 70th year on earth. This being Day 3.
I do not feel particularly physically challenged. I feel good. Strong. It's not difficult for me to continue as I have for so many many years here. But my focus is shifting. I sense that. My thoughts are leading me astray. I am a stray at heart, in that regard.
I We moved to make things easier, especially financially, as we age. We may do that again. But for now we feel free enough to change our minds. I do not miss the old place. I thought I would. But Poof, it's just another day. What else is there?
