Divulse was the word of the day about a year ago. The word upset and disturbed me. (Yes, I'm clearly too sensitive to words.)
|Stitched on a bit of vintage linen in variegated pearl cotton.|
I spoke to my friend Erin about it. She loves words, too. I explained that the word somehow hurt me.... that it touched me to the quick and made me sad. (It was a difficult moment of transition in my life.)
"What should I do?" I asked.
|Pinned it to my red board of fragments.|
"O, what can you do? Create something. Stitch it."
Erin is very special. How lucky and I to have friends who understand? Now it is a beautiful, strange word.
And I don't feel torn apart.