it feels like that. Opening to the Next. Waiting for the Next to show up. But being able to become ready.
first thing this morning, split and brought in
had to go into town. The cat sitting Person did not return. Out of cat food. While there, stopped at the feed store. The old lasso is the old rope kind and all stiff and twisted. It's a small feed store, just some stuff and all she had were like this...some kind of nylon that she said people like because it's easier on the hands? Vet is coming Wednesday to see what can be done about Cinderella's scur that is starting to press into her skull. I'll take this out starting tomorrow and leave it lying around so they can inspect it...hoping by Wednesday it won't be seen as alien??? Maybe
Sydney from down the road, one of the two mama's of Talulah who is now 12 going on 13, wants to decoupage a box for her for Christmas. Wants to do it here. OK.
i still have a bunch of these...you can get them at the airport...studio catalogs for Santa Fe....they're wonderful for collage fragments.
i'd thought about doing that with these, one for Julian and one for Destiny. So, ok. Tomorrow i will sit with cloth and see how that feels. Somehow i couldn't bring my uhhh, my broken energy to the stitching. Maybe tomorrow. Time to understand a way to Just Go.
