Frozen solid.
Probably some of the coldest days still to come.
But the sun's out. Encouraging a little shadow play.
A piece I started in Whispering Color. Arising from an Inner Warmth. Which is hanging upside down which doesn't seem to matter. It's about love. Color is so much about that.
I sat here thinking this morning about how many things I always have going. How it might confuse others. But really, I thrive on chaos, I somehow sense the order in it. It is a cradle of form. It is really how it happens for me. Part of that , though, is not worrying about it.
Yesterday, was not so good. Today is not great, but better. There is still pain but I can work through it. And I will ditch the painkillers. And the worrying.
I slept hugging the Magic Cloth and woke up to this. They have no names, these Magic Beasts.
I feel better then, ready to go, even if I don't know where. The how is just going, the where will become apparent.
