windthread

stitching branches and Leaves.  She is reaching up.  Asking.   Asking?,  for help,  help in strength,  in endurance,  in being able to find ways to Understand.   She asks help from what/who she knows to be Trustworthy,..Earth.  Asking for just so much.  But I look at the Cloth and something is so much missing.  I spend the day stitching branches and leaves.  But there still is something so much missing and i think….maybe it's not going to be able to go.  Maybe this Cloth is not going to be able to SAY.  

. late half of the day i am just looking and feeling uhhhhhh,  empty.  I think,  ok,  well,  things are hard right now.  Maybe put this  Cloth away.  Maybe forever.  Maybe put it away as something i Tried,  but the time wasn't right or 

i   wasn't right.

But i kept looking   for something.  For what was Missing.

on the shelf behind where i sit,  where is my "studio",  which is a seat on a bench at a small table,  on the shelf behind this,  there is a small glass bowl that holds the tiny dried blooms that fell from that bouquet of flowers that someone placed on Alyssia's windshield a few weeks ago.  I put some of them here.  They are strong but fragile.  I place some,  randomly on the Cloth and everything Changes.  

i can't stitch them onto the Cloth…they are too fragile,  but the Spirit of Them,  the Spirit of What They Are……?????

I go find the threads from Deb Lacativa,  her oh so elegant threads.   YES.  

so now,  how can Deb's threads tell the Story of how when we Ask,  sometimes even More is given.