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.
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.
The sharing. It works both ways. Karen, who had recently purchased a few threadcrumbs from the shop shared a little story (how I love stories) about the work she does. She runs a non-profit company that works with a special group of young adults. You can check them out here…
I was kindly given permission to show the photos here. I just had to share the beautiful smiles and cloth.
So with a few loose dyed patches, a shirt worn down to almost bare thread, some silk received as wrapping on a recent birthday gift and red denim which had been saved from years back, they made this!
Gosh, it's so great to see this.
Thank you so much, for renewing my faith in
the Spirit of How it Might Go!
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