So the patch party is continuing in the background here, lightening heavier thoughts. And really to use up some scrap here. Today's self is just that, a basket of scrap, amazed at how big it has become. Amazed at how small the pieces are. Trying to rebuild something useful.
I like how the old sky can be a roof over our heads, and the thought of neighbors sharing sky. I think about what we do or don't believe divides us but really we all know there is sky. We could start there. Still looking for a larger scrap of that cloud cloth, maybe that's it. Not really liking the roof shape either, maybe just clouds. But I don't know. I guess I'll know when I feel it. Or not.
Before I look back, I am looking now. I lose track of where I am.
The other side of Magic. Which is somehow a big relief.
Not much will be going on here in December. Probably some yearly mending. I will begin Reconsidering Magic with the New Year. Maybe just take some time out for Silly as well.
