Watching and waiting…

field  Walking in the fields near home, the dusk and twilight time

I made recordings of sounds – the blackbirds calling, wing beats as they fluttered fast into the trees. An owl – its first call – I held my breath and stood silently though I could hear my heart beating – still beating.


Not the moon but the paper lantern in my home  Рa globe shining out to guide me


I am waiting for the full moon and planning some new stitch work – some walking meditation maps in the language of stitch