Working in the art room is good, very physical, but that's good for me, too.
There were a few other things going on this week, inside and out. They still are. Things are ok enough, but I am weary and out of words.
There was, gratefully, a lot of time alone over the last couple of days. That felt like a gift. It was spent building ships. They are all gifts, many made from gifted cloth. I like the circle of that.
Some are peaceful . . .
Some are peace-filled, such as these two that fly Liz's cochineal dyed silk sails.
Carrying thoughts of peace this way and that.
These pretty colors were dyed by Tina, another generous gift.
And this one has bright cheery cloths that came across the seas from Els.
And a wild trip through Blandina's makings.
It felt good to stitch and stitch, to get lost in cloth, especially in the kindness of others' gifts. They are setting sail soon, I hope they continue their journeys of giving once they land in their new homes.
