The story of this one changed every time I picked it up.
Moon was home for a few days. Doing great. We talked for hours. We've come so far and are so the same. Gratefully, he doesn't mind anymore.
There was the moment when I started to tell him something about my childhood, and he stopped me, "Are you sure you want to tell me?" Because somewhere inside of him, he knows.
"I'm not going to tell you about that yet." Because we both know that I know he knows.
And remembering a conversation with a family member decades ago... Him saying, "I don't know why you can't..."
"Do you want to know? Because I will tell you."
"No. I don't need to know." Because he knew.
Working on the woven quilt again. Not worrying about anything with this- crooked wavering stitched lines, variations in thickness, rough edges, nothing. Letting it all go. Just going. I wish I could do that with everything.
Thank goodness for the moon to rest in.
