And then there was the dream of coming home from blueberry picking to find a pile of octopuses (yes, it's octopuses) on the front room floor. They were beautiful, the colors of sea stars- purple, orange, rust, gray.... dozens of them intertwined and slowly wiggling in and out of each other. Thinking they needed to be in a safer spot, I kept trying to pick up armfuls of them, with them sliding and dripping out of my grasp, creating a trail of them as they slithered under furniture and into secret crevices.
Later in the day, I was not surprised when the glass I blindly reached for in the cupboard turned out to be the octopus one.
(FYI- you can refer to them as a tangle, knot, sucker, armful, or a grasp of of octopuses. Although, the collective noun is rarely needed, as they are usually loners.)
Speaking of grasping.... There was a sudden decision to grasp and chop off the end of my ponytail today. It's been a year since it was last cut. It's been making me nuts, especially at night. Turning over it kept getting caught under my shoulders, or would wrap around my neck or face.
Six inches later, and a follow up trimming by K. (because it turns out that reaching behind your head with scissors does not a straight line make), things feel much lighter.
These little rose branches are traveling all over the house with me and are lasting well. K. brought them from the grocery store on one of the dark days, just before things turned around. The painting in the background was a gift to myself a few years ago. "She Kept Herself Safe" by Amanda Blake. I consider her a good friend and a reminder here at my making table.
The frayed edge in this moon makes me think of fringe, which makes me imagine it swaying... a dancing moon. It's good to be thinking about light again.
