windthread

as i stitch,   i wonder.   What am i doing?….What ARE these?   a lot of words come but none worth noting.   Just words.   but i finally just stopped and waited,   without trying to come up with an answer….from somewhere Already Known.    It took a while of ……pause…..waiting…..silence.  Then,   the word

Invocation

they are Invocations.    And along with that Given word, a directive.  To stop asking further.   To let things Be.   To let that word be Enough.   

very Early…First Sun,   i held it up.   the position was awkward and the Cloth quivered from the tension in my hand…it was Beauty Full,  that quivering