Line Drawing No. 2

From the Way Back.  My kitchen climbing stool/ladder.  To reach things.  To try not stepping off the top step--to try remembering to use the steps.

Stepping off.....it's something that I have done forever (perhaps in past lives). And getting hurt doing so.  I am reminded of my 16 year old self in the store room of the department store and my first job.  Up looking for something.  Not mindful.  Stepping off.  Forgetting I was up. Falling. Breaking a huge mirror.  But not getting cut on the mirror shards.  How much "bad luck" did I gain?  For how long?

Now, I have a mantra I repeat when I step up.  Reminding me to be careful.  This item has been with me a very long time.  I have a taller one. New. For the really high cabinets and for cleaning the paddles of the ceiling fans.  I remind myself to grab the top bar before going down.  I should draw my new climbing stepladder.

I found some pictures of chairs in a decorator magazine.  So, I can draw them as well.

I found some very dark blues to cut into squares.  Very dark, almost black.  For night skies with one small white square for the Moon.  My "square" moons.  I have the squares laid out ready to be stitched.  Yesterday I read a book.  Again, about Time Travel.  Something I am very interested in. Going back into the Past to change the Present.  I am so interested in changing the Present by making small changes to the Past.  Righting wrongs.

Today I started my newer, stronger meds for my reactive asthma.  My doctor says I won't see much difference for 10 days to 2 weeks.  As it builds up. .. I'll start slow on the walking.  Just to the corner of my private street and back.  Once (for a few days).  Then twice.  Then three times before trying to build up to neighborhood walks with my friend.  We've both missed our walks and talks.  I think she goes alone now.  I am also drinking one cup (exactly) of caffeinated coffee every other morning which seems to open bronchial tubes.  Easing the breathing.

Today, before it rains, I am digging tiny wild violets out of the vegetable garden paths and planting them near our cat Buzzer's stone.  Where my paper scraps from my letter to the Moon are planted as well.  The Peace and Calm I am feeling is very good.  I am sleeping soundly which is new for me. Still quite full of tears but I think of them as "cleansing" away the toxic things I wrote down on that paper. Washing the painful memories away.  It's all good.