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