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.
Big Rain again.
So stormy I woke at 2AM. Watched.
Listened as this old house creaked, and stuff fell from trees on the roof.
Thoughts for those enduring bigger than normal storms ravaging our planet
Thankful for roof.
And cloth.
Pinned the extended nine to a cloth dyed with pom and iron, my new favorite grey because of its warmth. Secured yet still reaching outward. Grounding the crossroads. Though nothing seems as expected, all is well.
Big Wind has brought the chill. Here we go.
Another winter here it seems but no regret.
So here is my compass. Again.
Framed with a hug.
A bit off center but maybe it's just dancing.
Keeper of the Dance perhaps.
Something different. But cloth whispering all the same. Sure about that.
I'm playing the ThreadCrumbs game today. This one will be for sale, after a bit more quilting, for $85.00. It is 6.75" x 8.5". Cotton, hand pieced and stitched. A traveling companion and a placekeeper. Email me if you want your name in the basket. Gotta go. Will pick a name later. If you don't hear from me, maybe next time.
GAME CLOSED, picking a name.
Karen L, I sent you an email.
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