The table today... One of Jude's moons, with some of Deb's indigo silk, a rainbow of threads from Tina, works in progress, and all of my scissors. They are each good at different things. The black forged pair are able to rip through cloth with a tug, creating rough edges. Long straight sharp cutting is done by the big heavy shears. Only a blue speckled ring show of the small embroidery scissors, probably the most used because of their size, comfort and ability to cleanly cut small shapes. Finally, the snips that are poking out on the right that are good for quick thread cutting and travel. Good tools make me really happy.
The dreams have calmed down some, still busy, but without much anxiety.
Wasn't this morning great? To not have that holding breath feeling that has especially hung over the last weeks. To see and hear hope and joy- on faces, in words, songs, and the amazing beautiful poet and poem...
"...For there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it.
If only we're brave enough to be it."
-from "The Hill We Climb" by Amanda Gorman, National Youth Poet Laureate
