Yesterday was a very special day.
We spent hours outside, walking the property. Making paths. Looking. Sitting on rocks.
I became unstuck. I didn't even realize I was stuck until unstuck happened.
A spring has sprung in
our (let me stop thinking about "mine") the woods here.
I wore my Bird Robe.
I stopped thinking about this robe as in process for a while, but I am always adding to it.
This stitched spin, one of the first symbols I considered has been on the robe since almost the beginning.
Spin, today, now considered a kind of flow. The whirlpool.
And going in circles, a kind of going, I forget sometimes, is ok.
It is a direction.
I can change my perspective and imagine it rising me up instead of sucking me down.
It often rises up when I am stitching round and round anyway. Who needs flat?
While walking I realized what I love about this land is that it is not flat.