Today I don't know which way to turn so I decided to take a deep breath. Many of them.
A thin cloth breathes, maybe that is part of its beauty. And. Through is a way.
While breathing I noticed the rust marks. This patched fragment has been tacked to the wall, so many times, for long periods of time. Long enough for the tacks to rust. Simply because it was humid. I like the way it points the way. And how it seems a path. In perspective.
Gosh, the state of the world is exhausting.
It all feels so heavy .. to much to carry.
Yes, exhausting is the right word. And feeling paralysed is something I experience, too.
What if it is just some time to consider?
This breaths such togetherness. The stitches so beautifully side by side. A dot of hope. I was recently turned onto Tonglen…taking and sending. Lots of help on the InsightTimer for these days of anquish for peace.
like a rolling stone…
I have had to turn off the news, stand with bare feet on the Earth and lift my face to the sky.
It is all I know to do.
what a world. so so much.
Just Going everyday for me is so peaceful..and I cannot fathom those who must flee or fight. Here we as a community can face the realities of the world and breathe and stitch and reflect on such wonders a delicate piece of cloth holds together by strong stitches. .
we are very lucky
it’s a start
Crazy paving for your path, Beautiful tiny black stitches holding it all together.
I celebrate that holding.
At the train station in Poland there was a man playing his grand piano. Beautiful music as a gift of humanity to the refugees arriving there.
Budapest train station has set up food, water, toys for children, language interpreters, rides, shelter at private homes – all by volunteers. No government running this, just people who love. As the news people said last night it is driven by love.
Don’t give Putin who you are. The horror is easy to see. Let the love touch you.
sometimes love can sweep you off your feet.
chaos and despair will wick the energy right out of me. funny, March moons are faded moons. I love that moon.
there is magic in the fading. and I can relate.
Yes, exhausting. And so it is especially important right now to be gentle with ourselves and each other.
I’m wiped out
To create beauty out of so little
To find beauty in so little
I am inspired
mostly there is always a little bit of something…
I too feel paralyzed!
One breath at a time and even that feels like labour.
Thank you for this place and thank you for the soft, see through moon. So fragile. All so fragile.
everything is so fragile
Taking breaths with you, noting all of your tiny strong black stitches. Woke up feeling so fragile… wanting to stay in bed. The sun is out now, and there’s cloth to hold (or be held by). Love to you.
the sun is out, hoping that the warmth can triumph. it is still so cold here.
I spoke too soon. Raining now, but there’s tea for warmth, and cloth.
i need to be carried…
We will carry each other. 🤲💗
Of course I see a roof. And wow. These days I pray. Not my usual thing.
of course, and me too
yes, a way throoooooough… one day at a time. the soft whisper of moon shadows comforts. pieceful borders. let it be. x
so tired today
ah, the rust ….i love the serendipitous gifts that nature and time sometimes leave us. beautiful piece
actually , maybe always, if we are not too distracted.
the softness of not-quite whites and the sense of stepping stones given by the visible seams
and then there is this: today is the day to celebrate marching bands (can you feel the thump of a drum deep within?) because … March 4th
In my NO NV town the high school band used to practice on the streets. We could hear them coming from the house. My son was two then and he’d get so excited, running outside to catch a peek of them rounding a corner. Now that’s a fine childhood!
i love the drumming most of all.
I’ve been drumming at work this week on a big, short Remo “Community” drum. If only we could all drum together. This morning I went searching for our local PowWow info. This year more than ever this is needed. xo
Yes, lots of deep breathes right now, off work today and am going to work in the garden, plant seeds.
Good idea. Still below freezing here, but there are many kinds of seeds.
The tracks of old/reshed tears
I love the marks from just time. And the thought of teats as a rusting agent. My mind is wandering.
Words are failing me.
I have slipped into a coma. And there is a cloth for that .😎
The rust mark could be a vanishing point for stitching lines. 💙
What a great thought! Time as vanishing point.
Sending LOVE to you and Peace to the world.
I feel paralyzed