Great Storm, now softening . I watched the old dead Russian Olive Out Back and i accept. It needs some of the heavy branches removed. They wavered and creaked...are weakening. They could easily fall and hurt the Goats. So it goes.
and this. One side stitched. a Pocket, an Envelope. I kept it as plain as possible, to allow the Cloth to speak in all the beauty FULL ways it does with such subtle marks and shadows. Ok. It's Good.
I have company in the storm. Picked up Old Cowboy today in his new manifestation inside this funny, as in quirky little kind of veloure (sp) pouch. He's on the dining room table which is really never used for dining but just where all the small cloth scraps and thread reside. It's been a week. Does he still linger? Is he lingering as i write this? Hovering? Watching? and i think about how it might have been so much better if he had come here, to where i live, for those final times. How i could have gone in and out, continued my own life while tending to his. How Tay could have come to his hand and loved him as she would have. How he could have listened to the Goats and the Storms.
In my own Envelope/Pocket that i made a couple weeks ago, on small pieces of paper, i am writing thoughts as they come...just small sentences. Like, i would like to be able to see leaves of trees. I would like to hear the Goats if we still have them. Feel Tay.
kind of like love letters. One sentence love letters