i would have. but my "mind" wept. With….surprise, amazement and just some kind of Love, a sentient consciousness for what it is to be human in this world we have created, and are creating, in 2022. In a world where we can evolve forward or back and which will prevail is unknown and really, unknowable as it goes
i watched the light as Sun rose and flowed in across this cloth in front of me and suddenly…i saw. When nothing was coming, when i was feeling empty of reason to make cloth, empty of purpose and meaning
the forms and colors and then….the beloved strip of black and white, some familiar forms but within a uhhhh, flow that feels more like some kind of language . and i instantly recognized it. and went back to the words of Elizabeth Gilbert, in conversation with Pico Iyer, OnBeing. the Future of Hope 3 2021 Nov. 18
"I feel very strongly that there's an intelligence in the universe that wants to communicate with us, and I think that it tries to find us in however we are most…..that we can most find it."
how hearing those words, i felt them as so true to my own sense of how it is, how things are presenting themselves in these last years for me, how they so perfectly SAID a Truth that i know and do not know. How i loved so much she said them. how grateful i was hearing someone say the thing i sensed.
"Wants to communicate with us"
for each of us, different. For me…creating pictures with scraps of cloth. How i find and hold my place as it all unfolds.
these words are inadequate. But it was an Emrie day so i was there, in the Real of her. I can continue now, as i stitch. Trying to listen well.
windthread 
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