cloudmother

Besides nurturing and caring for my cloudchildren, not all of them biologically off springs, I have my big cloudhusband to take care of. He sometimes is caught by the wind. That's when I sing my hymns so he'll find his way home.The daily knitting of colorful sweathers for close and distant beloved, offers me time to reflect. What do we consist of? Air, soul, history? Will we after our dissolution become thousands of babyskies? But then, what about our souls? Would they follow the destinies of our bodies? Should we live with a focus on the daily strains or joys? Or should we think about what we leave behind for our children? Maybe something in between?A lot of questions, so few answers is what I've come up with. It feels like every thought gives birth to ten others, which again have the potential for being pregnant with the grandchildren of the first reflections. This results in one big genus of thoughts full of variety when it comes to personalities, life philosophies and occupations. Sometimes there exists harmony, but also contradictions that had time to season for many generations.I try to mediate, build bridges and discover the threads that keep the myriad of thoughts together. This is my master knit work.