Creating calm. The scrap of blue silk on the top is from Deb's indigo dying. It's like a breath of fresh air.
The days have been dark and blustery, but there is a moment in the afternoon when the Japanese maple glows through the window.
Connections are everywhere.
I remember my parents going to vote when I was around twelve. It was dark out, they were bundling up to walk the two blocks to the grade school where the voting booths were set up in the gym. I asked them what party they were voting for. Dad was a Democrat, Mom is Republican. "Then why bother going at all?" I asked.
"To cancel each other out."
I've started naming the tree tokens. This is Odetta, yes, after the wonderful folk singer/activist. This morning I wept watching this. Satyagraha.
