Awake at 5 am this morning and out of who knows where, I’m the spider! hit me like a bolt of lightening.
Remember that itsy-bitsy-spider that crawled up the water spout? Then rain. Sun. Another crawling attempt. That is me in my current state.
My noggin remains a ball of instability. Trapping me in a loop of headaches, hospitals, steroids, insomnia, and scans. Barricades making it feel impossible to squeeze in living and enjoying life.
Finding my way up the spout again.
Kiln cleaning gear.
Crafting it up with some whimsical stained glass projects. Finally, cleaning & priming my kiln shelf after its last firing countless weeks ago. I’m creeping along which is far better than not.
NATURAL HISTORY
E.B. White
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
Dear Kim, may the devotion of your friends and the small delights and triumphs of your days weave a powerful web of love for you and SW.
Holly
That comment is beautiful Ms Holly. xoxo
I would like to say that in that kiln cleaning outfit, you have never looked sexier…..but I can’t. I can say that the outfit indicates would make a very, very attractive moth.
Sorry to see that the wondrous restfulness of sleep is difficult for you to find right now. However, I am enjoying the fruits of you late night craftiness! Thank you for the stained glass bird in the window. : )
You are amazing. Just amazing. And so is your hair!
Kim, I love reading your writings, however. I feel for you and what you are going through, the headaches, hospital visits etc. I wish you and your sister and brothers lived closer, I think my girls would have a lot of fun with all of you We had a nice time with your dad during his brief visit Yes, the twins still look like twins. Praying for the headaches to go away, Love hugs and kisses, Aunt Marcia
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thinking of you, love, gwendolyn
Prayers continue Kimmys