time. fragments. rust. sewing machines. emotions.
all cranking away. i get lost sometimes. these past few years perhaps more than before. could be my age? or maybe simply that i haven't been present of late.
i've pulled out one of my hand crank machines to help me slow down a bit. be here more.
my wrists keep me from doing too much hand work at a time. carpal tunnel. there. i've said it aloud. not thinking about it will not make it unhappen.
time to listen more closely to the whispers. hear the stories my collection of fragments have to tell. help them unfold and manifest...