A second Spring
It was in no way easy
Another journey seems to have been completed. The MOVE. We are coming around to the second spring here. We made it. HERE. And although it has been more than a year now, we are just beginning the journey of HERE.
Part of it was the move itself, the upset, the fragmentation of THERE. The rebuild, the mending where the holes appeared. Self inflicted holes really, trying to remake according to expectation. And habit. Things not fitting.
The other part was not wanting HERE. Wanting something else. More romantic, more storybook, more imagined, more, more and more.
The slow realization. I can make it that, duh. If I need to. Then. Relief. I don't need to.
Then, the extra layer. The pandemic. We all know. And now the move to here online.
A bowl of small and not forgotten thoughts
Time is short at the moment. The man threw his back out and well, you might imagine. But just to say, I have decided to continue with Patchwork in Perspective ( which I am now wanting to call the PIP Diaries) Parts 1-Thought Catching, and 2 - Small Cloth that were interrupted by the move and my own confusion, Part 3 - Large Cloth interrupted by technical issues and the another kind of move. And part 4 - Cloth to Paper. Imagined and taking hold. (of course there are 9 parts) I have put the links to 1 and 2 (which disappeared for a while) on the Free Enough menu in the sidebar. And the pieces will eventually come together. I need to complete this in password protected mode. I have some cleaning up to do. But that's life. I'll talk tomorrow.