windthread

Storms.  maybe, but then Not.  Pretty much an Old Cowboy Day.   I bagged and then delivered to the Thrift Shop,  MANY Videos.  The old kind.    It was hard for him…he remembered when he bought them.  The year.  Why.   so it was hard for him.  But we did it.  Off the shelves,  into the grocery plastic bags,  into my car and AWAY.  DONE.   Hard stuff.  And i came home kindof  drained.  Like days with him are anymore.  He can't remember how to spell my name on the check when he writes it for my work and for groceries.   Its been 19 years.  and he can't quite get it right.  So he gives up and signs the check and i write the rest in for him.   OLD.

This is from my friend, Maureen,  Luna….it's from her garden in Michigan…where i came from.  It's an exuberance of Bloodroot..  She is willing to send,  but  we wonder how?   Try to send the fresh root?  or dry the root?  For dying.  Does anyone have a thought?

and some more small stitching…those "lines"  down from the Mystery into the Mystery and as i stitch them i think about the Mystery….what it means to me and For me….what i mean to it and For it……….