Only because I was spring cleaning, looking for my weaving wools, and found some old floating-moon-block . And there are always a zillion 1" Puzzle Pieces ( one of my patchwords and the most structured component) . And I was wishing a soft wish.
And then it was raining, and still raining, and will continue to rain so I took the time to stitch this all together. Now a floating block that might need a name. Life's Game? But maybe just a path to floating itself. I wish I could just float. In a field of nothing and still feel safe. And useful. That was the wish.
So then, while trying to remove the background... there was the poetry of process... who knows
April, poof, and now almost May. May I finally get to reconsider weaving...
Today, because this little extended nine patch was just floating, I simply considered this...
Have a good weekend. Funny how, now that I am retired, that really means nothing. What day is it anyway? Ha! I AM floating...
I depend on your posts! They feed my soul. (No pressure).
thank you for saying…
Jude – Every day is Saturday now. Such a wonderful stage of life.
I worked full time from age 19, I bitched a lot, Dad always said work, work is good, work now, play later. But alas my work had to do with weaving so I got to play a lot actually.
I love love love all your beautiful considering and beautiful floating!
floating brings a sense of something gentle doesn’t it?
Yes, and it is so much easier to just float and not go against the currents.
There is a simple nature to flow…
I like the concept of floating…on the wind maybe, like eagles. Floating in time rather than being retired is lovely too. Such a beautiful piece you’ve made (pieces…so many!)
it’s a big concept really. I am floating in it today…
Floating in time… sometimes restful, sometimes frustrating. (At the moment floating on terminal “hold”.) but on the whole a peaceful experience.
Floating through life…. that’s me.
I would like to try one of those floatation tanks; weightless, hearing nothing, seeing nothing.
yes, imagine that…
Sometimes the soul needs a place to rest, or float,.. then we can get back to all the wonderful textures, shapes and colors in life.
I always liked floating in the ocean as a kid. I miss the big sea.
I’ve discovered that I really like disappearing things from photos, creating the world as I live it.
I see a lil flag coloring in one of those points 🙂
Not retired, but kinda floating anyway. I think I’ll try to hold on to that feeling!
yeah, it is a way to focus, and a way to new eyes. Probably if the textile industry was still viable in this country, I might still be working. Imagine that…
ha. Oh my! Glad you’re retired 😉
Yes, here’s to retirement – more time for people, stitching, learning, reading…
hopefully, if we have enough…
I love taking the time to think, wonder, dream, wander…some of my best ideas happen when I’m floating around.
sometimes they float by, ha!
Yes time does fly too fast for my liking!
depends on how you look at it, a bit like wind.
34e56…that’s a message from Timber. 🙂 As for me, liminal comes to mind. One of my favorite words….
thought of you as I said that… soul-0 gave up on typing.
🙂 soul-0 is perhaps older and wiser.
HAH! When someone asks me if I’m retired, I’m going to say, “Nope. I’m floating.”
It might be a good skill in any case… finding time for that, changes the idea of lost.
Love this post! I love retirement, just a change in schedule, working at what you want and when.
lucky to be able to retire, right?
the overlap or weaving together of the old thoughts with the new seems a sort of mending process. where we discover a “hole”, or create one with a question. framing hand-woven cloth with patchwork… ohhhhhh, YESSS!!!
mending the hole created by a questions, that was really swell.
Jude, I love this floating! the colors against the white and how tiny it all is
but then it could be huge! And I love the idea if a floating frame of mind…
The in between times give us the space to bump into something new.
it might take forever and I wish that could be ok.
Happy (fill in the blank here!)! Time is simply a construct to bring meaning to a moment. Weave May Day!
and time flies, floats
Liminal spaces, love those places where one thing merges, becomes another. Like marshes and bogs, always where all the life is, those liminal spaces. Interdependence