I circled around in my studio, not sure what to do. It was warm, (I turned the heat on earlier, when we fed the animals), I had a cup of ginger tea and Frieda was settling into her bed by the window. I looked through the potholders I made yesterday and knew the last one I made was finished, something I didn’t know last night when I left it on my sewing table. I felt like it took me a while to get going yesterday, but by the end of the day I had moved on to something new. This morning I wanted to continue, but sleep had slowed the process and the momentum was gone.
Don’t think. I saw the night sky inside my head then it expanded into the endless universe, stretching outward forever. I sat on my legs pulled under me in the center of my studio floor. And this is what I saw, a flying pie and and an unusual fruit tree. More like the Sugar Plum Tree than an apple or pear tree.
Well, maybe not as profound at the Universe…..but I decided not to question it, to trust my vision, and stitch what came to me.