I learned about metta from Grace, but hadn't (yet?) made it a personal practice. So I looked online to learn more. And found variations, which freed me to put words together in different ways.
Recently gifted with two hand-dyed linen cloths (more about that someday soon), I decided to use both. One a soft coral madder, the other a flinty logwood. They brought to mind sunrise and ash clouds.
Deb Lacativa's threads evoked both sun-tinged clouds and fire-rimmed hills ... the browns and greens of tall trees ... the quenching gift of water ...
And as often happens, the back became as important to me as the front.
I don't know where I'm headed with this. It may be just the making of it is all that it needs to be. So I will continue to stitch and hope for the safety of all on Grace's hill ... for the health and happiness of those who surround it ... and ease for us all on this day that commemorates peace.
