And of course,

My window stitching, at least an hour, finishing the red dream quilt this week.  

And also Hope

 My novel: 

An autobiographical novel about a 30-something woman who discovers that she’s an artist while having babies in North Western Ontario before the internet and to have the writing be as authentic as possible - not necessarily plot - driven, but more stream-of-consciousness/ inner life.  

Lucia and Mark

Befriend myself. 

Loving kindness toward myself.

Knowing myself and liking myself. 

Just as I am.

I am the ground. 

Pema Chödrön 

It feels like

 I’m terrified all the time.  All the time.  I just am so afraid. 

Countdown Quilt

My heart opened like a flower under sky. 

Lorca

Murmuration

 Continuing to sew the cloud of birds and I think it is getting close to finishing.  Leaving it in a cloud shape rather than squaring it up.  Praising the mutilated world. 

mysterious stillness

Boro:   when things have been broken and then extensively mended.