I want to feel like I’ve contributed to something before I die, and so I cast cross stitch patterns into the ether that is the internet and perhaps one day I will think I’ve done all right.
I will shout the things I love at the top of my lungs and hopefully someone will hear me and feel the same.
If you’re looking for the pattern that this page uses as it’s icon then that’s here.
The stones hold memories
and each day I move the stones from one mountain to the other
carting them up and down the foothills
because the stones remember
and the stones are precious
but someday I’ll be gone
and I’ll be dust
and maybe the dust will remember
and maybe there will be someone left to listen