Yesterday I placed the SHELTER piece over the center of HEAL.
I always appreciate how a large cloth might become a kind of home, for smaller cloth and even smaller thoughts. If only for a moment. I love the way , in this case, something older or even beneath the surface might extend the story. Here shelter grew arms.
We got our second dose yesterday and I feel like I've been hit by a train.
I can't even bear the weight of a needle in my hand.
How different today seems now, glad to be alive and not worried about blogging or categories, what day it is or the bullshit we call News.
Looking forward to a long nap.
Maybe soup. It's cold enough for soup. Spring went back into hiding.