Triggered emotions and memories from watching too much of the testimonies on Thursday, and from a beautiful phone call in the middle of the watching, led to stitching these squares. Calming worlds of blue, centering moon, starlight, and grounding green.
Dreams are vivid these days, filled with anxiety and good things, too. Houses, lots of houses. Homes I've never been in, but feel familiar. One was similar to K.'s and my first apartment. One of three units built in the 1920's. A spacious place, with plenty of light, storage, the biggest kitchen we've ever had, a fireplace with built in bookshelves, three feet deep, flanking either side. Two bedrooms, a breakfast nook, furnished, and $225 a month 35 years ago. I've been daydreaming about moving back into it.
Stairs are featured in the dreams. Long and steep, and spiraling ones, too. There are a lot of stair memories- sliding down the seventeen in our childhood home on slippery sleeping bags, landing in the pile of pillows below, stretching the phone cord to hang out midway while talking to friends, some dark shadows lurk there, too.
I don't know what's going on with my stitching. It's all over the place, and sometimes nowhere. Which is how things are feeling in other areas, but staying with it and continuing is the a way through.
I'm going to try to stay with this piece, to see it through, to stay present with it.