I'm just going with this one, without a plan, as usual. Flowing. This moon in turquoise from Jude just glows. I want to be in this place.
It will come along with me tomorrow when I report for jury duty, sigh. The last time (that story here), there was stitching, too. A ways into the trial, I realized all of the tension and anxiety from the proceedings were bound up in the stitches. They were tight and misplaced, so sitting in the jury room I proceeded to whip the stitches out, one after another, dozens of them. One of the other jurors at the far end of the table commented, "I've never seen anyone sew so fast! What do you call that kind of stitching?"
"Backwards and wrong."
I hope these waves will help me relax and ride out the next couple of days, and not turn into a storm at sea.