it will be ok

I am writing this post to help me see

what am I doing?

I don't know

I've been home a week.

I was in Ottawa with family.

I've been working on this green piece solidly since.

I keep simplifying.  There was more red, but I've removed it.

I've only left the heart.

I've run out of fabric, but I keep going. 

I scrounge yellows and creams to stretch the green.

This green nourishes me so much.  The happiness of it.  

The earthiness of it.  The hope in it

I'm also helped by the motion of my hands.

In and out the needle goes.  In and out my breath.

I had the idea that I was nearly done.

But I'm not.