I fell asleep.
The fireworks woke me at midnight. The rain kept me awake. On and off all night. I am not rested but I am awake. It's so oddly warm here the windows were are open.
A crane fly has a short peaceful life. They are more common here since I am composting leaves. The wings reminded me.
Of recent stitching.
Maybe that's what drew her(?) here.
It is always nice useful to connect.
Here's to that.
Cheers!
Happy New Year.
I am (we are) the Between.
Between a Fallen Heart... and a Rising Moon. Just to be there.
Is compassion a kind of intelligence?
A simply basic understanding, like connecting dots?
These loose patches, well, I planned to use them in my new class series. But I needed them now. And I've become unsure about the new class. Like I often do.
Lot of folks spend time making marks like stitches on paper. Goes faster but not the same feel to the process for me. The path back to paper will lead me in a different direction I think. The feel of a process is what binds me to it. And the lure of new form pulls me in. Excites me.
Sometimes in between can be an escape from Sameness.
Nope. I planned a Spirit Cloth Shop update with the Moon, which just so happens to be Black Friday.
So Not.
Instead, a walk by sea perhaps.
Maybe work on some New Eyes.
There's a chill in the studio.
Have a good holiday. We will celebrate by not eating. And being thankful.