The first box

 The first box from Italy was richly coloured fine silk and cotton.  

The twins are 10 months xo

The third box

I had to lie down, then I did my walk around the yard, then I lay down again. 

I'm reading Alice Munro's story about a dead lover, "Tell me Yes or No".  Beautiful.  

Then the mail lady beeped her horn and I rushed to answer the door.  The third box from Italy had arrived.  I opened it immediately.   It was wool felt.  Gorgeous dark and richly coloured wool felt from the Himalayas and Tyrol.  It made me cry.  

I pinned the cloth to the wall.  It’s so beautiful.  Thank you Fabia!  

back in hotel

 Spent the day with her.

Drove through amazing beauty on my way here.  Highway 6 especially breathtaking.

The rocks that lined the road were pink and burgundy, the trees were yellow, orange, violet, red, dark green, the sky was smoky grey, and breathed into the tree tops, the glimpses of water were mirrors.  

Worry Last

Using my work as a way to not worry.  

Don’t worry first.  Worry last.  

Make work.  Make more work.  Then worry about if and how they fit together.  

the cloud within me

A path that is more about all the days of my life that I’ve stepped around and through, all the hurdles and the burdens, all the joys and unexpected visions of my life.  2016 journal