Years have gone by since my last post. Now I am tasked with putting down in writing last will and testament. It is not easy, but interesting. What will the final footprint you leave in the sand be like? Will it be clear and headed in the direction of a life well lived or partially washed away by the power of regret or denial? I often think of my fiber arts as a metaphor for life. I am compelled to keep creating despite the fact that every project has its little flaw. The impulse is to create something with substance from something with promise like yarn or fiber. My hope will be for my people to have a sense of who I am/was in the hour of my passing so that my final requests and plans make sense to them. As I said it is not an easy thing, thinking about these things. But it is necessary as we head into older age and the certainty on death. It is meant to provide some direction and peace in that time.