Bed-ridden for a week. Still coming back from it. A little wild from the caged in feel.
On a mountain. Sitting. Acting like a 5 year old throwing a fit sometimes. It’s amazing how much part of me wants to do the work and the other part is petulant.
citrus. sewing. for a ball. & now I’m behind. but running-behind-pressure can be a unyielding bit of muse.
ready to dig in to fabric and dreams there. with headphones attached to ears and rock. rolling on.
missed last week’s gratitude. if I was capable I would have said:
grateful for strength. grateful for grace. grateful for forgiveness. grateful for ginger-ale. for this complicated road. and the simplicity that is putting one foot in front of the other to walk it.