RUBIES IN CRYSTAL Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sewing here becomes a meditation, wonderful and insightful.
Thank you, Libby
Oh this ties in so much with something I was thinking- your words are perfect!
Isn't synchronicity wonderful, Teri! Our stones are skipping, turning and falling into the river, a huge number this month, and it's quite wonderful. I did see your river entry. Thank you!
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
Sewing here becomes a meditation, wonderful and insightful.
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ReplyDeleteIsn't synchronicity wonderful, Teri! Our stones are skipping, turning and falling into the river, a huge number this month, and it's quite wonderful. I did see your river entry. Thank you!
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