I’ve felt his presence for a little while now, a slight tingling in my fingers, and occasionally I’ve caught a glimpse of him in the corner of my eye. I’ve sat very still, patiently waiting for him to feel comfortable around me again. I’ve started to leave out a few nice things to tempt him.
A couple of evenings ago he crept out of his hiding place and played quietly with a nice silk and gold project I had framed up for him. He didn’t stay long but I was a delight to have him around, even for a short time. When he was ready to leave, I didn’t make a fuss or cajole him to stay longer and this morning I was rewarded with another visit. He sat straight down at the Poppy Pouch that I had left out and started to stitch. He enjoyed himself so much that I didn’t want to remind him when it was time for me to leave for work. I could see how reluctant he was to put the beads away but I reassured him that he is always welcome.
© JEC/Carol-Anne Conway