Some days I feel like I'm on a long never ending vacation. Some days I am homesick for old spaces. I find myself processing loss while I process box after box of fabrics that were held for some day projects. My mother loved her fabric, most of which I'd never laid eyes on until now after she is gone. Somehow that fact really has me battling waves of questions .. how come? Some days I find it almost too much to realize that we never got to share the joys of what we both clearly loved. I find it nearly uncanny to see that she has collected a fair amount of linens and crocheted edge pillow cases and intricately stitched embroidery on delicate hankies and tea towels. And then i wonder how is it that I love those same things when I was miles and miles apart from her. Grief comes as persistent as the tide. I'm grateful that the ocean brings a steady stream of cleansing and many trinkets to make the solemn days a bit joyful. I know my mom loved the ocean and that is one thing we did share. And I still love to collect the bounty of the sea. The last visit had me in awe of the treasures i found.
Below is a beautiful piece of ocean life that also washed ashore. With those beautiful purple protrusions and the circles dotting the surface I found this a most wonderful experience. The design of it has me contemplating a new painting or something .. aren't they just fabulous to look at?
I hope to increase my words here .. as my productivity increases. I am working on an outdoor space that is my own .. a sanctuary for work and meditation. I hope to share it with you also ..
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