So much crazy news this week:
Lots of talk of deception, of what we should believe. The attempted deconstruction of situations, of piecing stories, of defense and accusations...it's almost too much.
I had to combat it somehow:
I wound a hell of a lot of floss into tiny bobbins. I enjoyed as these tiny strings slipped through my fingers onto plastic.
And I dreamt...I dreamt about the projects I'm hoping to complete with this great stash of colorful fiber.
There's so much untruth in the world, it's all around us. But even the winding of string, the project that grows from imagination, that is enough to hang on to sometimes.
It's tangible, it's real.
Have a wonderful weekend!