May 19 2013
I sat in the middle, and pulled the cloth toward me, around me. As if to make a nest, A bowl to hold me. Just to see if the cloth could gather. If the feel was right. It feels right. Today I will stitch on the center. Secure it a bit more. Give it substance. A special energy space. Like the eye of a storm. I suppose if you could find a safe place in a storm, yet be right in it, close enough to touch it you might be able to understand it. Respect it. Ride it. Love it even.