The scraps of self ...
and that's not all of them. Stories coming.
Of course my mood was established, but the pieces led me here.
The scraps of self ...
and that's not all of them. Stories coming.
Of course my mood was established, but the pieces led me here.
Piecing it together is the work of a lifetime. Reshaping, reforming, reassembling, bringing in new pieces, discarding pieces no longer relevant. Hopefully seeing more clearly as we work. Indeed a life’s work.
Yes, all a patchwork, in perspective.
💡I see an animated video!
The shade rolls up to reveal the 🌕.
Nice vision, darkness lifting!
At first glance I thought it was a book cover
Ha, could be…
The magic that comes from your scraps!
I’m not alone here, millions of old friends…☺️
I love your fanciful critters.
I imagine them as me and it gets me more involved.
💙Oh that black fringe!!!!! One might play peek a boo around it etc.(I can’t enlarge my list here ……too early this morning…). But that black fringe is perking me up….that and coffee!☀️
So many older scraps develop fringe over time, as they unravel.
Thanks for lightening my headache I woke up with at 3am!
💙
Me too. 2 am.
Me three, don’t even recall the time.
😂
And me…sigh. The resident beasts don’t help with this. I did go back to sleep and am up again now and about to get ready for the day.
At first glance, I saw a beast in a jar– like kids do with fireflies…..😯😳
Now I’m heading over the the 🌕 to see what your intentions were….
Happy to “find you” in my inbox this morning!
Happy to be here.
This piece is is rich in color and wonderment. It looks like the giant Moon is in the window and communicating with the Beast!
a window, it does!
(I thought that part was on purpose)
Well it’s there!
💙💙💙💙