Let's try again. I am composing a new post here after deleting the last one.
I've been hacked here and everything is going haywire.
If you can read this, fine. But if you find password protection on in the near future, be patient while I try to fix whatever has happened. Hopefully it will all be fine. If you are enrolled in class, just check in there on Wednesdays, in case the notification thing is not available here.
I've disabled comments for the moment.
A small life.
Held in a man's hands. (there they are again, those hands.)
We didn't get a chance to consider what to do.
There was a wound on the neck, not initially noticed. Probably the cat, I posted that on Instagram.
I buried the small feathered being wrapped in rose petals. Someone commented. Cats are Killers. Keep cats caged. I said. Cats are Cats.
Life is thin.
Held together by a thread.
Maybe that's why I like thin cloth. It reminds me. How things might hold together.
Some of you might know about my love affair with thin cloth. There are many kinds, but for years I used Harem Cloth, mostly as an under-layer, but it's no longer available from the supplier. I still have some here, bits and pieces which is all I need. But Grace has found herself with a bit more of it that she can offer up if you need some, she is offering it by the yard, in her shop. She will cut what you need. You can email her ( right click on the "email me" link in the sidebar of her blog to copy her email address) if you'd like a bit to try. Wash it first. I cut it to the size I need and soak it in a bowl of hot water. Hang it to dry.
Just here.
I wish for you all, a day like today, here.