It seems such a privilege, in these days... to be sitting here, just sitting here, stitching. Not in terms of what's happening here, but what is happening everywhere. I got so lost in complaining about such stupid things. Yesterday, I was working on the Mothering Cloth. Today it is my mother. As I remember how she used to say, "Don't worry, something will come of it."
Something. Can be anything.
more than one way to turn a corner
Some new loose thoughts on framing this morning. What if a thought is a frame? Reconsidering then, a reframing.
The scaffolding is still up, limits the view, but the man fiddled a bit with the old wicker lampshade that was here when we moved in. Put a globe cover over the lightbulb and now it is a bit like the moon in a basket, yes? Distracts me a bit from the goings on. And perhaps inspired a new symbol.
The construction here should finish this week. Thank you for those who sent photos and words for the Ragmates page, now in the sidebar. I have begun the rebuilding, slowly. I will begin posting again in the Forever Zone again this Wednesday. Things seem to be going again. The temperature dropped about 40 degrees overnight. What a relief.