Calling empathy. Calling hope.

A zoom convocation last night. One spoke for terror. One brought in empathy — especially concerning the coming famines. Gratitude. Gratitude always comes in. Another addressed hope. I mentioned unspeakable beauty, the fleeting exchanges between light and shadows as one example.

This morning I went to the basement in search of sleeves for my robe and found so many significant sections of patchwork that I fled back upstairs, my head exploding. Maybe it will remain a vest, after all.

11 thoughts on “Calling empathy. Calling hope.

  1. Jen NyBlom

    WOW!!! It looks AMAZING! (Ive got my base, that’s it) & I am SO intrigued by your basement…hahaha

    1. deemallon Post author

      My basement might make you think I suffer from mental illness. I haven’t got a path through for a robe yet. Not even a base.

  2. Nancy

    You are a rainbow! I meant to comment on this yesterday, but alas, I forgot to add that in. It’s beautiful Dee! Love the light on the wood 🙂
    Take care.


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