Yesterday, Julochka wrote a very thought-provoking post about transition. It made me realise that ‘waiting’ is an active verb: it is an activity in itself, not the absence of activity before beginning something new. We are ‘waiting’ for our house to sell. It has been on the market for six months now, and the recession is still very much alive and well in our area of the UK. Waiting saps energy and vitality, and can be disabling to the point of inertia.
I am exploring some of these feelings in this piece:
You're welcome to pick your way through threads and stitches, but I'd be really grateful if you could be kind enough to refrain from pinning.