I thought a lot about what happened yesterday. How we don't know each other. How my scream's subject was not clear. How kindness might not need to know.
I moved my old sewing chair nearer to the window.
I stitched a bit before sunset.
This morning, confirmation, the spot is just right. I have created a comfort zone with a small move. Still putting pieces of the puzzle together here, bit by bit. Building a sense of home is patchwork, in perspective. It's bigger than house. But it helps to start where the heart is. Then vibrate outward.
