I'm trying to do some slow stitching every day. Even if only for a few minutes, a few stitches. I have pieced backgrounds for two small quilts, but that's as far as I've gotten with sewing fabric together. My mind is like a butterfly flitting from one flower (thought) to another. I have no idea what day I'm on most of the time, or what day it should be. Took me quite a while this morning to realize it is Sunday. The unreality, the dislocation, the inability to focus... I'm sure I'm not the only one in this time of 'stay home' Covid-19 days that's dealing with this.
Woke to Marlee trying to burrow under me because we were having thunderstorms. Now the winds are really wreaking havoc, ahead of a cold front. We've had a couple of days with temperatures in the upper 70s and 80s, it brings to mind the recurring thought that this is shaping up to be a really strange Summer. Even those temperatures are strange for this time of year here. We have some more daytime temps of 50s and 60s coming up after today, with upper 30s for a few nighttime temps. Seesawing, just like my thoughts.
This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
John O'Donohue (From Benedictus)
2 comments:
Slowing down, especially slow stitching, is good for the soul. Hugs~
It is hard to remember which day it is. They all blend together especially since we can't go to church either. I loved the poem.
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