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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

nothing

I've got nothing to say . I'm recovering from a vomiting child and nearly overwhelming memory.
I am off to Maine again to bury my grandmother and somehow feel that I should dig the hole myself, as part of an earthy process in honor of her, a gripping of the substance of it all. I have made a block of patchwork to send with her, to give her a laugh and also to make something so I can feel part of a larger world of people who do that, make things. Not a thing.

1 comments:

MindfulMama said...

Be well, tiger mama. Let it flow.