windthread

i've never stitched on new commercial fabric.  it's cotton.  but it's new and the "hand",  that there is,  is dense and stiff.  There is no Give.    I began the stitching across the top and usually by the second row the rivulets begin to appear,  the third  for sure,  but here,  not.  I wanted to quit. Let it go.  Change it.  But  for some reason,  i also want to continue.   Sat outside,  on the ground,  up in the shaded forest place above B.   Continued.   It was over 100 today, but there, a small breeze.   An easiness.  The Families remain a constant in my heart  all the while.  Now and then i'd come in and check the news of Them.    Go back and stitch.   Feel what it feels like to be doing Nothing…what that feels like.  Just feeling it.  

The Wall Garden gives food.  For breakfast i had chard and radish pods stir fried in sesame chili oil.    I've never experienced radish pods before.   We only ate So Many radishes and many have gone to seed…long almost vines.  Seed pods,  like small pea pods.  As i water i eat them  just as they are.  Stir fried they are excellent.  I think how incredibly Lucky i am to be living this life.