Thank you, everyone for all of the kind supportive comments on yesterday's post. I love how we hold hands in this circle.
Last night cloud and wing shapes were basted on.
This morning I woke up early and wanted to get right to stitching- to see if the ideas might work, and with a little anxiety about getting this done by the July 8th deadline.
Feathers were basted all day long, with thoughts of Michael. Thinking of the cloud angel he saw. Imagining him in wings, rising to a better world where he might be free.
Moon looked at Michael's photos, listened to his story, and is taking an interest in this piece. That does my heart good. He'll turn eighteen next month, the same age Michael was when he was killed. This project breaks and fills my heart.
