Progress.
...as always, only one stitch at a time.
Still unrolling, the big ones are draped on furniture,spread on the floor or just being the blankets they are. I cannot help but rock inward when I touch the Big Cloth. I curl up. Yesterday I considered a wordless workshop. Today I am laughing. At Yesterday. Because I have the power to do that. It keeps me healthy, perspective. I am grateful for the remedy.
