this is the way the day began.
watching the fire. staring. at some point, looking down and seeing a small scrap. they are here and there, around the house on the floor. picked it up and looking at it, noticed the cuff of the beloved hoodie that i was going to Boro mend for the workshop but then got lost in the Daughter cloth.
glanced over and there was a small bit of thread on a needle. not the right color. not the right scrap. but i stitched it on in a messy unlovely way. there. and when i DO get around to Boro mending the cuff in a proper way, i will leave this scrap with wrong thread under neath the more beauty Full mend. i will remember, always that moment. remember that it is under the rest.
and then i spent pretty much the rest of the day doing split back stitch around the Sun Rays. there are 2 and one third rays left to do. in the morning. then, i will wash the central piece, hang it on the clothes line to dry and finger press all the edges, those decorative things, then take the Whole Thing down from the doorway and stitch them together…or, begin to. Everything takes longer than i think it will.
and then, i thought about Cindy's Grandma Rosie's Soft Sheet just now. this reminding me of a woman named Catherine Florida who taught me how to meditate for the first time. she was also psychic and did readings. i went to her because of my crazyness with my own daughter who was at the time 15 years old. this daughter being the same one with the goats now, who i have been known to say "walks on water". then, she did not and neither did i. but Catherine, after taking a bit of my hair and placing it in her prayer book, went deeply into her self and looked. without my having said anything at all about why i'd come, she said " it's a bonfire. very very hot. it will not ever burn out of control. let it burn. someday, it will become beautiful embers."
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