the little virus' or germs or entities or whatever, i think they've had their way with me and are just leaving, having lost interest. and feeling better enough today to want to eat
made soup. one of the most primitive means of self care.
Karma
Celia. Jan, the Practical couldn't even help herself. said a couple time…"you are really Pretty". and we know it's not supposed to matter at all, prettiness or not. it's the Milking. and look in the background, her mother, Lucky Star's bag. nice. and she's weaning Celia even. Lucky Star. for sure a keeper. but these are things for their own post.
and i began looking again at the Migration Cloth, wondering again how i was ever going to "talk" about the signals and signs of the passage. when suddenly i looked over to this cloth on the left that has been there for some months. it was a cloth of Whatever…just anything at all i wanted to put there, unrelated, no story, just to see what happened. well…there Was the Burning Bush, but it never did relate to anything else. but i looked closely and some of the stitch marks…
thread language.
and this part, not for the thread language, but just because i love it so much i wanted to put it here.
and so life goes on. Who knows about tomorrow. Love to All for Wishing me Well. it WORKED. xoxoxo
windthread 
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