Closed for the Season


This time of year is hard for me.

The expectations.
The disappointments.
The memories.
The losses.

Most years I manage to peel myself out of bed,
put one foot in front of the other,
and turn up the perkiness factor
so I don’t drag others down.
But that requires more reserves of energy
than I can muster this year.


So I’ve tucked into the studio to stitch.


Cloth and thread in my hand
comforts me
and restores my soul.

1 Comment

  1. tracymangold

    I’m thinking of you. I know I haven’t been blogging or reading blogs this past year. Everything got away from me. And reading other blogs reminding me I wasn’t writing on my own blog. I didn’t want to face it. I hope all is okay. I hope you are well and I want you to know I am here. I hold you in my heart and want you to know I love you my friend. HUGS.

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