They just came through while it was quietly snowing. Again.
Big, fat, fine. It made me happy to see them.
I swept the hearth brick, like every morning. With the whiskbroom. I like being down close to where I am cleaning. Being on my hands and knees is comforting. Grounding.
I've just begun going through the basket of where I left off. I look and really have no memory of what I was thinking. I seem to have entered a fog stage. Some transitional la-la land. Who, where was I ?
I'll tack it all to the wall. Maybe that will help.
Do you have a plan if you get sick? I just had a terrible virus tat caused loss of consciousness and confusion. Thankfully my son and his wife live upstairs. You need to have a plan before it happpens!
Family very close by
I’d rather see wild turkeys than the buzzards that are always around here… they are huge! I guess they are also doing the cleaning up chore. 😬
💙🕊️💪
Yeah, lots of those here too and hawks and eagles, sharing carcasses.
Hang in there; you will find yourself again.
I always scrubbed floors on hands and knees; it just didn’t feel right with a mop.
I even vacuum like that
Oh I recall the cat shape from when I paid for your courses. Wasn’t there a thoroughly likeable lion too?
Wild turkeys I take it? Visiting, a welcome committee maybe lol
It will sort itself out. When we’ve had extreme cold here it always makes me feel a little lost for some reason, hard to focus. Stitched one of your moons on my “Good Enough” quilt today to patch one of the gaps…
That makes me smile.
Sometimes the path is simply there. Not necessarily to be traveled. Sometimes merely contemplating the path is enough. Sometimes not. You never know. Until you do!
Yes. It all just is.
I haven’t had a visitation from the turkeys in a while. They’re a hoot.
Yes, i wecome them!
Autopilot!— Just going, without thinking too much? 😉
Sort of, still thinking but it’s different.
perhaps you’ll discover the path forward in the everyday tasks, on hands ‘n knees. the close-up view. living in a forest, i find a blur between work ‘n play, outdoors ‘n indoors. it all fascinates me. as does your drawing. maybe a feathered beast will emerge from the tip of your pen…
This is all good, the blur, it softens the change, and helps me just go.
Transitional la la land sounds good to me!
Actually it is!
Don’t worry about where you’ve been. Just follow the wild turkeys. What a delight.
They are just great.
My previous stitching comes to me when I need it. Not before. It just shows up when and where it belongs. The fabric knows.
Things are scattered all around here so it is all surprising.
It seems to me like a maze. A search. When I look at your things. 🍀
Maybe just a wandering.
Autopilot, just going without thinking about it too much? 😉
Turkeys? Real wild ones??
Yes! There were about 20!
Wait till it’s mating time and the toms fan their tails and strut around.
They are a delight to watch.
There were some back at my old place, but so many here! Can’t wait to watch them dance!
Oh the turkeys ! They make me happy too !!
A gift !
I frequently lose track of what I was conjuring….
I like the simple caretaking chores ☺️🧹
The balance has changed for me for now, it’s mostly chores
It’s been a big shift, all around, all things considered 💟
Yes.