Two nights ago, stitching on the nine-patch. Simple small stitches in straight lines...content.
When suddenly...an idea came....and another...and another...images came like rapid fire...I swear there were sparks going off in my head...I saw bursts of light, like the ones in Grace's cloth, as if fireworks were popping, crackling behind my eyes. The flashes stopped my needle in it's tracks. I closed my eyes, taking them in, trying to hold on to all them, stunned. I think I lost a few, but not the amazing feeling that came with them.
So, now I'm stitching again.
Stitching that may or may not resemble those glimmers, or give off light to anyone else, but somehow something has changed.
(sorry, the photos are dark and gray. inspite of the lights in my brain, the sky is full of dark, drippy clouds)
