Pitching, Painting, Packing and Praying

Listing the house.

The unknowing is hard.

The need to move on pressing.

The weather antagonizing.

Between all the necessary “Ps” there is the meditative act of stitching.

Even with aching hands, from the stretch and strain of manual labour, it is soothing.

Each stitch a prayer.

So much to pray about…

Interesting to see how the old informs the new. Maybe…