Gold, Scarlet and Purple Thread

Yesterday I sat alone beside the Mississippi River ripe with the grace of water born to us from Above.  The sun was shining.  I have a new grandson and another grandchild being embroidered.  I am now sitting beside a fire, the flame ripe with the spirit of Sunday morning coming down.  The world moves on but water keeps baptizing me, fire keeps warming my darkness and my children keep running fine thread shops.