i am having a lot of feelings.
i spent about 9 hours today kantha stitching. i'm tired. but not so tired as to not have a lot of feelings, still.
Every day. Every single day of my life, i am thankfull for my bed. My bed. which has been different through the years. Deanna sent me a video with the music from the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. that took me back to the bed, which was actually a crib, in Detroit, Michigan. when i was up to the age of 4.
Since then, i have had many beds. slept in them with different people. and in recent years, have had a growing sense of gratitude for my bed.
This one, is layered futon mattresses. when my daughter was here a few days ago and slept in my bed while i slept on the futon couch, she said it was like sleeping in the ocean. Swishy.
every night, every single night. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT i lay down upon that swishy ocean bed,
i give voice to a true sense of gratitude. i can go there, lay my self down and be assured that i will dream there till morning comes. there is no war in my road outside. there are no desperate people who will come through my door and wake me.
THIS is HUGE.
i like crunchy sheets and pillow cases. i can find them at the Thrift Shop. i don't know who donates them. but they are easily available. they are the stiff cotton kind. expensive. i have extra. right now i have a bed cover that is filled with some kind of stuffing. the top and bottom are cotton. i got it at a yard sale some years ago. have been looking at it for a while now. i keep taking it to the laundromat and washing it and it keeps it's integrity. so, even when it's not uhhhh, organic, inside, it has integrity. so ok. someday when it begins to falter, i will mend it. but for now i think i will just say thank you to it.
