Evolution of Form
Still smokey here. Awful.
What will we become as we navigate this changing world? And parasites, well, the problem is way bigger than lettuce. At least we know where they are.
I was wishing for some relief, but the air is thick with smoke this morning. I’ve made Loosey a little shelter for now, until maybe she decides it’s safer to come inside. I’m not sure but I think she is fairly deaf. Always good to help those less fortunate, no matter what we are told.
I’m a patchwork, you?
Keep your needle threaded.
The patches are integral to making me whole; each patch flowing into the next:, woman, daughter, widow, Mom, Grandma, dancing crone and madder than hell albeit, quiet activist. So easy to sit back, hands up in despair and that is fine for a time but then, to be a planetary citizen, you just need to get up, stand and face, as best you can, and say, NO, we won't put up with this any longer. We are a collective of caring, knowledgeable, strong women who look out for each other, our communities, our states and our planet...whew! needed to get that off my chest! because some days it seems as if I am hanging on by a thread...
Oh, I think we are all patchworks. Most people only see one or two of the patches and take them as the whole of the thing. Often it makes the patchwork person feel alone and very much unknown. Loosey looks like a comer, I hope she begins to feel more comfortable and will come inside and stay awhile. Good company there for sure.