all through the night there were words twirling through my head. i fell asleep with a sentence forming and reforming itself like a mantra. and i woke twice to the same words collecting in my brain. trying to tell a story. to find a jumping off spot. words to start a basket of stories. and i awoke with a distorted version of the sentence. not a strong sentence like it had seemed before it was diluted by sleep.
i need an early start in the studio today. no puttering around the house this morning. my pile of quilts is growing, but i have so many more ideas.