Out in the April Moonlight Alone
I am like my mother. In that I cannot stay too low for too long. She gave me my optimism. It is a great gift. A kind of just going medicine. And I am like my father. I don't need or even want much. Except my health and some earth. And I do miss the sea. But I do have a pond. That'll do.
This is the little template I use for the stray cat. Originally made as a pattern for patchwork. There are so many ways. Maybe I can talk about that in more detail.
I often catch thoughts on whatever scrap of paper is nearby. Sometimes even cloth. or the wall.
For now, I sit here, my head clearing, energy rising, maybe simply a decision to get over it. I do believe in mind over matter.
I will continue. The Forever Zone simply becomes the NOT Forever Zone. A more realistic journey of going until I am unable. Come what may.
o jude! like plants, we find strength in our roots. happy u r mending! this patchwork holds sew much JOY! a reminder that this life is not a straight line, but a gentle curve circling back around… i enlarge your imagery to understand the how. those soft frayed bits of worn fiber ‘n strands of hand-dyed hue. sigh. u r my fave teacher of all time! x
The goal is to hold it together!
I am glad you are feeling better. The optimism is so important. 🙂 Love this stray so much and that you will continue.
Optimism is a kind of feeling better.
I love all your thoughts. Thank you for the cat and the moon and the sense of optimism that I too feel when I spend time with the moon.
A good travelling companion.
Yes, we will continue. After all, there’s so much to see and good to think about.
Yes.
Beautiful cloth and your words 💙💙💙
🌎🌊✌🏼
👋
I was thinking, recently, of how you used to talk about the Old Sea. (maybe I’ll look in your glossary.) Here in NE Ohio, there is old sea present, like a memory calling across to your Atlantic. Glad you have floated back to the surface.
I think old sea was mostly on my old blog that went poof.
Your optimism instills in me a tiny whisper of spring. Thank you. And I do adore that moon above the stray cat. How alone can a creature feel with that great orb looking down on her?
I miss mom, she saved me from such low times. Takes practice.
Been thinking a lot about loneliness.
This piece tingles with magic for me. That full moon so artfully constructed with folds of pink and touches of dark, a nod to the dark on the other side. And the darks around the cats feet casting shadows and keeping her grounded even as she contemplates that faithful moon face. Fills me with peace. Thanks for sharing image and words.🙂
Beautiful suggestion, Nancy. Thanks for that!
Oh, what a beautiful statement! Your April Moonlight Cat, Alone, is purrrfect. The May Full Moon, is on May 1 this year! May Day. A good time to burn a Hag’s Taper and sit in the Garden in the Moon’s light!
I look forward to that May Moon