Worry

A six-foot piece of silk organza (beautiful word to see and say) that is getting its edges rolled, tiny stitches hold the cotton cording in place. The original idea is to have two of these panels with padded edges and then do "vector" marks on them. When one of the other calligraphers said it would make her anxious to put all that work into sewing and preparing the silk (beautiful, and not polyester) and then make the marks on it, it surprised me to realize I don't worry that way anymore. Now pondering the difference between letting a piece happen and making it happen. I'm for letting it happen. (The sewing is finished and the ends are in a tea bath.) Perhaps there will be progress (so called) photos.
Reading Robert Bringhurst's Tree of Meaning.