a plotting plodder

I've been immersed in work projects as of late, and burning the midnight oil on a project of my own, which has left me little time to do much of anything else. Add on top of that connectivity problems and a head cold. I feel like I'm plodding along.

Something I have managed to do is do a little stitching each day. I have plans, you see.

I may be plodding, but I'm also plotting.

I'm a plotting plodder.

If I owe you an email, I apologize. It looks like I'll be back in email today and will sneak a little time tonight to get to them.

Have a great day, everyone.

first, some stitching

Last day of vacation for me, back to work tomorrow.

But first, some stitching.

an intention for the new year

A walk in the woods this morning, on a mission.

Stone in my hand, wrapped in colors I coaxed from nature.

Time for an offering. Sowing a seed of intention. A prayer.

When I stopped at my usual tree I found it was already occupied with a clump of leaves and twigs that looked as if they'd been placed there. I dared not disturb it. Not my place.

Down around the corner another tree would act as nursery. An older oak with two split limbs like praying hands.

I placed my stone, said a few words, and walked back to the house.

Live.

Had there been more room on my stone would say "Live this life. Live it well and good and full. None of it is promised, so live." 

But since this stone is just wee, there it is.

Live.