A grandma can always be a start point 

Mimí helped me tune in to much of what currently feel comfy and its being my day to day.

A new stitch, Ceferino Namuncurá, the 100% cotton bedspread from the trousseau, the 5 o'clock beam light breaking through the grapevine and going across the window which made her dad, with the hands, always is with the hands.

The smell of the jasmine bouquet just cut it, that so well blend with her holy cards team.

She and I. Free way to be a cliché.

I being a kid, she being soft. Surrounded by clichés.

Like a cooking recipe from some of her notebooks, I understood that first you need to recognize the wound, clean the zone and choose the colors of the scar. 

So it needs words, textures, to hide or highlight something? 

Which thought, feeling goes and comes every time? 

We give it space to be.

It becomes a phrase that like a mantra goes through me/us till the points of the fingers. Them, setting us free in each movement.

Stitch to stitch

We were meeting again to help ourselves channel that sensibility and to be  that transformative water that transforms life.