The kinds of days where you need less.
After laboring for so long over more .
A rare moment of sunshine in the last few days when all there has been is rain. Never a shortage of water here. Maybe to much? Hard to know.
I am in transition. I say that with the awareness of the varying degrees with which this sense exists within all of us. Respect for that. Without the drama. Just what it is.
I know this might be hard to read , but it is meant to be a metaphor.
Sometimes we resist change. Even in the smallest ways. Without realizing it. We hang on to some old thoughts as if there will never be anything else. Maybe because others expect the same thing from us, over and over. Maybe because we do too.
But then, I sit, and say to myself, like I love to do...
What is life really, but simply the evolution of form?
I took a huge step on my path this week and finally happiness is evolving again. New steps in my future once again. And a clean out. A huge tote of shells we dug up for two years….now I am carrying back to the Gulf one bag at a time. Ha!
This post looks like how my brain feels. 🙂 Yes to less.
Yeah, I like how it worked for me too. We are in a less furniture quest.
I started with coffee cups. Still not sure how I feel about that.
Ha
The way these cloths come together, not really will nilly, but in a way as if they always belonged. All of those stitch stories hanging out together 🙂
has always seemed like one story, still trying to figure out how to tell it.
I love change, the opposite of change is boredom for me
Yeah, I’m feeling that.
I’ve learned to give in to change and let it just wash over you. it always leads to a new and interesting place
it eventually washes over you anyway
flying strays !
your big cloth : the back ? or just the intention to be ?
the back of magic cloth 2
love how the flying figures fly all over the post, we have a lot of water too…..
yeah, an interesting layer, making me curious.
pouring right now. I hear frogs.
I love the sound of spring peepers, I wait for it every year.
Yes, magical music
frog song, love that too
thinking about the evolution of form taken by the cotton fiber of a plant, spun, woven, dyed, cut apart, sewn together… to become part of these magical wall-hangings.
one thing can always become another. the nature of possibility.
It is a pleAsure and an gift to see these little views into your life.
Thank you.
glad you can enjoy them
Loved reading your words woven through your metaphor. It felt like I was playing hide and seek with the beasts 😊
I received a jolt this week which brought embarrassment and humility…a realisation about myself that made me change. It was good…very good. It brought a lightness.
oh yes, those moments are great gifts.
I made an old sketch the background and I like the effect.
Transitioning is a lot of work, but will pay off.
Here’s an eye opener… we filled up 3 pods for our move, the 4th and last is this week.
I don’t miss a single thing! What a horror!
Granted, we sell online and have a lot of inventory but still…
I see BIG change coming my way! Will anyone recognize me, do I care? At this stage of my life, I think not.
ha, thank you for this
The older I get, the harder change becomes, yet once embraced, the sweeter it is.
i think so much is changing and it has become a matter of acceptance…
I also think it makes some difference who’s choice the change is (at least for me anyway).
What is the password for the Patchwork in perspective?
can you contact me through the contact form?
Just hold the moment, then let it go.
Sounds simple enough, right? Ha.
Love the raw sketchy lines of your big cloth. I used to cling out of fear of what else might be, better “the devil you know” sort of thing. Also used to wish for flashing neon signs, ta-da changes, but now am glad for slow evolutions of self-a softer kinder way, rather than big reveals where I might not recognize myself.
sometimes others recognize your path before you do. It’s a different kind of perspective. shortly after I came to know you , I saw something like the lines in this cloth. a sketchy becoming.
oxo.
‘What is life really, but simply the evolution of form?’ So true! Everything in the Cosmos is changing every moment at every level — micro to macro, outer & inner. Sometimes (especially lately) I have to remind myself that it is all a Dance — As someone once said,
“I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing.” Then I remember to feel gratitude for being part of the dance.
I want to fall with more grace.
Oh Jude, me too.