Tuesday, September 5, 2017
The Beach, 1
Warm weather and a beach culture define life in Tunisia. Mr. M. grew up on lovely, sandy beaches while I grew up in the shadow of mountains and rain forests. However, I have adapted.
Once in a while we spend a weekend at the beach 45 minutes away. While Mr. M. wades into the sea, I hit the swimming pool and then join him under a parasol. If I can find a comfortable chair or chaise-long in the shade, I can now enjoy the beach for hours...as long as I don't have to go into saltwater.
For this excursion, I took an old friend that I have been working on occasionally for 7 years.
It has whispered to me over the years, but, it never said anything to me clearly. I have waited patiently.
And while I stitched for hours under a glaring sun, and listened and ruminated, it finally spoke to me in a loud voice.
It is now part of my series on the passage of time that shreds the fabric of life. It gave itself a simple name: "Her Sun Set".
Now that this piece has spoken, I can see where it is going--still many more holes to stitch under a Tunisian sun...