This was started in the few quiet moments of last weekend, in between hours of this...
Blue Angels. They roar over our house for four days- two of them practicing, and then two days of shows for Seattle's Seafair every August. One of the silver linings of the pandemic was the event being cancelled for two years, but they came back. They can be seen out of any window in the house. Sometimes so low that you can make out the writing on the sides. The house shakes, my brain shakes, the cat runs.
We went to the co-op to escape. The display of currants beside apples and strawberries was beautiful.
"An Exuberance"
Fresh indigo dyed silk on Tina's midnight purple above Deb's fiery cloth. It felt like a party.
And this one, started yesterday. Often it all comes down to what scraps are scattered closest. It began with the pink arc. I was thinking rainbow, but then went looking for a moon. This is one of Jude's, beneath a starry gift also from her... and then the two small scraps by Deb and Maiwa were within reach...
Sometimes everything finds each other, reaches out and connects in ways that feel outside of me, a kind of floating into place.
