Maybe he knows. Where he is. About place.
He sits in the ring of vision I call the serpent of days (never completed) on the Magic Cloth. As if it is a basket. Over and over. As if it holds him.
I just completed the border stitching on Alphabet Soup and now I will complete the unfinished letter/picture blocks. All the while I will consider how to begin moving a lot of my old Diary Series posts to this place. They are floating out there somewhere and I do want to hold on to them. At least a little while longer.
I made a note to myself that this cloth, the Magic Cloth is based on clothweaving. And it has passed the test of time. It takes a long time to know. This makes me very happy. I can continue knowing that.
I call my son on Sundays. Today I will probably ask him, "Is it cold enough for you?"
Because I have become my mother.