"Moon Life"
There were some days with family in Oregon this week. So much storytelling happens when we're together. My brother is great at the "gotcha" ones, just like Dad was. There was a comforting happy comment from K, who said that if something ever happens to me, he'll need to spend more time with my sister, "I love watching the two of you, you're so much alike, and so funny together!" We are a funny group. At least we think so.
I stitched myself into a starry corner with this piece, it seemed there were never going to be enough stars to fill the space I wanted covered. I was seeing stars in the end.
"Sky Spells"
There is no memory of where the textured cloth at the top came from. It's silk, I think. Is it considered seersucker? I think the indigo was my doing. So much is lost in (or out of) my head anymore.
I want to learn how to talk about making more, and need to, as I've just committed to doing it for a zoom hour next March. My reaction to the request was the usual: Flattered, sure that I didn't have anything worth sharing and couldn't possibly, panic, wondering how to graciously say "No, thank you", wishing that I could pull myself together to do such things... and on and on. All of the usual well-practiced and repeated, fear-based things.
The only thing that I did differently was to recognize that there is a middle place between yes and no, besides fear... Maybe. Possibly.
My reply held questions, concerns, and a confession to never having done this before and not being sure how. The response was warm and reassuring. Realizing that I am tired of saying no out of fear, I wrote right back with a shaky "Yes."
There is a notebook, once used for Moon's "Spanish 1, Ms. Perez, P-3" class, abandoned a few pages in, that now also has the word "Zoom" written on it. It's where things that might be of interest to other stitchers are being written down as I work. "Jude" and "The Circle Community" are a few of the first words.
Friends and therapist have reassured, "Just tell your stories..."
"In Her Dreams"
