Things were happening.
March 20, 2012
The thing about a large cloth. it spans time. Even while imagining what it could be, there was a big sadness. I lost my WAS. And later, though not knowing now, I would lose my Mom. I understood then, ( and even more now) that this cloth would grow up some, carrying self as it formed.
Why? I was left with questions. I felt like a child.
Funny how simple questions connect thoughts. I have come to realize that simple questions are not embarrassing, no matter how old you are.
We might answer them together. Questions and Answers connect us.