best wishes monday


a practice cloth sample of embroidered hand writing.




the scent of night flowers

the scent of night-time flowers has been a journey in remembering things forgotten while traveling on a new path.

the shape of the unseen, a shade of feeling, the internal caress of night scented air, a memory from some distant time.

the act of stitching so old it is in the fibers of our DNA,  thread games of peek -a -boo are played out as the needle guides the thread in and out of the cloth.

the process of becoming, one stitch at a time.

in honoring the process of learning new things and being sympathetic to the chaos of becoming.

  ever-present yet unseen, the other side of cloth.