First comes Nancy’s drawing:
Then comes my stitching:
Wisps of questions begin to surface,
fragments of recognitions appear.
All come in the form of words
that are still indecipherable
but slowly becoming known.
Till then, I rely on the words of others.
Tonight, a piece from Two Countries
by Naomi Shihab Nye
seems to fit quite nicely:
Skin had hope, that’s what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers–silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers, that people go places
larger than themselves.
She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.