About 48 hours.
I think that's how long I was awake this time.
Last night. Sleep.
Before I slept I noticed the morning glories closing up. The shapeshifting filled me with peace.
And then I stitched a place, without a face.
I think it is anxiety. I remember the little dance Dad told me about when he noticed my stress. Two steps forward, one step back. There is a rhythm to it. I use it on my stitching sometimes. To hold things together. And keep my perspective. I visualized that stitch to fall asleep.
I might call this nothing on the horizon except a new day for now.
I love the alignment that landscape offers. And how a space becomes more of a place just by being there.
