the present of presence

 

an Impressionist tangle of Christmas lights  through our rainy window on Boxing Day evening

as I head off to snuggle in bed with a good book

 

Elmo sleeps the next day away

and I work into the evening, a cup of tea in my new Norval Morriseau mug at my side,

with my sister's silkscreened wren needlekeep at the ready- since losing my favourite needle not once

but twice! immediately after finding it the first time- sheesh!

 

I'm finding a renewed solace in embroidery, it's steady stitches forward to an evolving image. I'm so grateful I've found a sweet place in time where I can be at one with the work, the steady flow of a creative life:

the true presence