The Things that Stands,
then, the Thing that Moves Through.
Both, possibly. just the sense of something.
I'm strengthening the Standing part. By quilting the layers. While considering what's coming.
It's turned way cold. Thankfully the only fire burning here is the one under the walnut/pom pot which is also keeping us warm.
And there, she is, just a glimpse this morning. Old Sea. The longer view, like a reminder of what holds steady, is back.
