and I need to get back to my home
I am aware that it has changed that it is unrecognizable and
I want to find it anyway in spite of being lost and
unable to convince anyone else of the need that I have to find this place
My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
Nineteen. I am a rider of Bikes.
Twenty Five. persevere. I finish things. This is Number 4 for 2014.
|(Twenty two. I was born on Sunday, November 4, 1956. I am a cloud in the morning sky overlooking the Gulf of Mexico at 7 am. I am a wispy cloud spirit artist. I am a Healer )|