Finally. The real edge of spring seems real.
We have a path now. Through our woods. To the trials over the ridge. Our neighbors use it too. It is working out ok. So far. Once the trees fill out, we probably will not see them or hear them walking through. The ATV though, we will have to talk. We need a limit on that, which is fair enough.
And going has returned to a feeling of normal I guess. I let go of many things in my head. A need for slower going and even a redefinition for going itself has become apparent. But just the sense of it, at least that, needs to remain. All the unfinished around me is no longer feeling like the unfinished, just feeling like a welcome to rest in the beauty of it.
I started a new project just to see if it would fire me up. Small. Small Cloth. A little "patchwork in perspective", literally. And it was a piecing challenge, small as it was. Challenge clears my head and steers focus away from a self center. Just a little something, as long as it took. It captures the time it took.
I pinned it to a Nest of Days and I love how it invites you in. How the perspective changes the sense of scale.
The howling beast is new too. I am not sure. But we'll see. It didn't take much time.