this is my BEST Button. larger than a silver dollar
even then. a Goat eye
the two strips….for buttons and button holes, down the front. Kantha. My first. From Jude. I'd bought some of her Work and studied it…saw how it was done.
stitched these pieces….one from YOU, Michelle, on the private inside of the button hole side. I liked that they were not visible to anyone else.
and so. Today.
i never much wore it. Wanted to "save" it. not ruin it by day to day use, by uhhhhh, Life. my Life, how i live it. But today it all felt different. What am i saving it FOR? My life is how it is and has become even more so as it goes on. If there are tears and stains, then…so be it. i'll mend. And this Cloth…which i'd said was about death i think? it is…in that all things that Live arise from the Life and then Death of all that comes before. Nothing that is alive can be alive except for the death before it.
and in these days now, this thread of thought has great Importance to me. i think this Cloth gets stitched…kantha'd to the shirt. A good way to begin the still dark hours of the mornings as they arise.
windthread 
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