a break in the clouds

middle son has entered treatment. it's a gift from the Universe that is just too immense for me to articulate. i've just been doing nothing since. sleeping, thinking and restoring. thank you who sent good thoughts and prayers my way. i deeply deeply appreciate them. miracles happened.

i am going to work on some face samples today. i also realized i did not post my previous photos to the class, so i am going to do that along with whatever faces come through to be stitched.

today is a lazy day.

Out the window

i took the day yesterday to do nothing.



i did things, but just fun or relaxing things. i posted myself on the couch, played with the kids and stared out the window.

started thinking about words. i get spellbound at the mystery of words and language. words are the foundation of how i think of the world. if i think of the world through a different language, the perception changes. co-opting words and rearranging letters is magical. i know this doesn't directly link to stitching, but i was thinking if somehow it could. it hasn't come to me yet, but i hope there is something there.

Listened in

even the rowdiest of the rowdies has an understory.




what's happening above, affects below.




reminds me of summertime, on the warm concrete curb raking branches in the gutter. sending leaf boats floating down.




neighborhood bulletin board.


it's been over a year since i've sat outside. i realize i really miss the plants. had a really good conversation with a beautiful young tree. i had tears in my eyes. i had forgotten what that felt like.

thank you Sun.

Voices

from behind old lace
hearing frequent misspoke words
holdout for solace