Yesterday we travelled to get our first vaccine. It was easy and swift. Today my arm is a bit sore. I am not one for getting vaccines. I have never had a flu shot or any other shot as far as I might remember. I , we all, have choices in life. Mostly we act on our beliefs about health and well being, which we often accept as our "knowledge" through experience. This is what we do. We are what we think and how we have lived. We adjust our actions around that and I do sense it is mostly with the best intentions. To keep ourselves safe, to survive. We do not always have to agree. Today I said to myself, this time, it wasn't just about me. And that was the difference.
Today, I'm looking at what I did yesterday when I changed it up a bit. Same basic sketch, but instead of skatching square by square over the sketch, I stitched a small 9 patch block because I have all these 1" puzzle pieces prepared from small cloth class and beyond because I always make them to have on hand. This time asking What If(?) I use already patched pieces as patches over the sketch. I stitched the window dividers with a single black thread using a split backstitch. I could have waited, but I didn't.
Just now. I added a roof and filled in the backround, a sky of silk and a linen garden. I put it in the dyepo(e)t to soak up a bit of tannin. This was a longer cloth so I folded it. The bottom section was pressed to the can. More blackened. Marks. The top , just grayed. What if I could work with that idea? Knowing that.
Yesterday I felt a simplicity take hold. Today I am complicating things again. Too many questions at once. I have yet to fall into the rhythm I yearn for. I am just here working on it. Probably it just takes a lifetime.
Today I will call this Garden House.