It rained yesterday. Day after I planted my herbs, good timing. Good day to sew, draw and think.
I worked more on the Nags Head cloth stories. We camped there since I was a child-open to magic. Maybe
this is why it's easy to open up my imagination there.
I walk that beach at night beside the rolling Atlantic and feel the island's history move
into the present. I've walked past a buffalo on that beach-really. The night and tall dunes block out most of the
car and light noise. Then I walk into an old story continuing
under time, water and sky. There are 'home' places for me on this lovely earth and this is one of them.