Here we are.
Right here, a not so cold (so far) November.
Feeling grateful for so many things.
Looking forward to the longer view as leaves fall.
This season brings, again, new eyes.
Story takes time to tell. Maybe we might all find quiet kindness, resting in places in between the words, sharing what moved/moves though us, while imagining new possibilities for how it all might happen.
There was deep sleep. Dreams.
Something needed. So many things have kept me from that lately.
I'm stitching long and slow on this little cloth. Pinning it now and then over other frames of mind. And thinking about that concept that holds all I do like a big basket.
This morning I let Big Sanity be a frame for the Ring of Joy.
Joy at the center of sanity. This brought new thoughts but not words. So later.
It was a basket over flowing with names. Too many to answer all the emails. A ring of Joy in itself. It brought back the old days. When the title of this blog read Spirit Cloth, an adventure in Gift Giving.
I squeaked Gayle! Because it's been a while, and I missed you. I'm sure I speak for many of us.
I think to myself how important this ring of joy symbol might become. How many things it might encourage.
Because I was thinking... My heart is a patch if you need it...while just going and considering simpler times. Just checking in, testing mobile upload (which didn't work here yesterday) and waving.
See you in July. Most likely.
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