in all those last days, i could only LOOK at cloth...in its loose and wild state as scraps, fragments all tangled in those 9 great Zip Lock bags. I could sometimes take some out, move it around. But that was the extent of it. Cloth did not belong in the same world as that of my attention and focus. Today, here. now. the Relief of this in huge. I feel it across my face, the bones of my face, across my Heart. I can come back.
