tangled…faded…still beautiful…it has had a rough summer, and so have I…but soon I will untangle the strings and ribbons…adding new ones here and there… and in doing so, will untangle the knots in myself, as well…
On this Thursday, I have yet to put my fingers to the task of the fabric ribbons…but I have begun working on my own in these seven or so days at home without caregiving…day four as I type these words…
I am spending time in the garden and in the outdoor tub….

 ….tidying…

…and planning…

 …finally enjoying the new bed-corner on the porch…
…and finding nourishing messages to add to the kitchen altar…
…and trying not to feel like the days are slipping away too quickly. A little trip to West Virginia for music and friendship will nicely round out my mostly quiet days at home (the best kind of days!). Tho’ I have made sure to have one more day of Solitude at the end of my week.
I am paying attention to weaving a pattern for my days that will better withstand the winds and rains of Life….a weaving that will always be on the loom. But I am so grateful to have these days to spend as much time as I like looking at the patterns….choosing new threads and letting go of old….running my hand over the texture of my weaving…the smooth and the rough…hoping it will be a thing of beauty, in the end.

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