The other night, the word “incubate” presented itself in a bolt of awakeness.
In that flash, it became clear:
why I’ve had no words as place markers on the personal map,
why I have been sitting on most of the process work for the last month,
why I have been brooding, the kind where trusting and questioning can get frustrating and cause a pall on mood.
The work is incubating, (has been for quite some time)
gathering strength so it can hatch.
Ideas in Cloth 
in between I call it
Jude, Now is always in between before and after. Isn’t it?