Life is a tangle. And the garden seemed to say
Is this new?
I took a walk.
How it happened
Three late summer selves. They were weary.
There were thoughts about becoming like a flower. Maybe make seeds. Grow stronger roots. Or just learn to open. But it wasn't time.
To the forest they went.
Two wandered off to hug a tree.
And a flower seemed to form in the leaning.
Without even trying.
One stood still. Practiced standing. Standing seemed a bit like reaching. She learned to open again and let go of the drama that weighed her down. Everything seemed to be singing.
This, again, the cutting into, so stuff can move through, is such an evolving process symbol for me. I have a language system of visual forms but the action as a symbol, I like that so much, Cutting Into. The courage to see I think. It challenges something.
She almost fell apart but didn't. I recorded this yesterday, while trying to mend it all together.
I am so glad you are stitching your stories and sharing your journey. Thank you.
sometimes I get lost…
My garden is telling me the same thing…that and I might want to fertilize more. 🙂 Love the story, that she almost fell apart but didn’t. Sending love…
Yes, that too, going to give a few section a rest next year. maybe a cover crop. also big problems with blight.
Almost is a big part of things, isn’t it?
There are so many things I am almost done with…
Enchanted story & sewn illustrations!
I want to hear more of this tale! 💖
As it unfolds!
Sometimes running (or, at least walking quickly!) through the forest equals finding a place, albeit temporary, to shake off the collateral damage which we get entagled in.
I felt a bit like a thread nest but all the pieces were too short to be useful.
Cutting can be painful; forcing a natural process but the results can be beneficial.
Your photographs are always so beautiful; great talent there too.
I always want to do video of cutting, but…
Good to read and hear you back.
I thought “the one standing” is holding a cat in her arms 🙂
Ha. I can see that…
Seamless 💙
Good to hear you Jude ✌🏼💙
Ha, seamless…🌊
Delightful, and all seems serene, be it after much work!
Jude are you using some thicker fabrics? The ocre tree hugging self appears to be a needlecord? Not so thin fabric?
Thank you as always.
It is a corded cloth. Sometimes I do use thicker cloth, but I cut away the cloth behind to keep it all thinner. I hate to waste anything… its old so not so stiff as it could be.
Beautiful thoughts & images . . . your posts give me that nudge to really engage with my art and let it unfold . . . love your journey into Fall. Thanks SO much for sharing with us!
Engagement brings voice.
just what I needed to read and hear today. thank you Jude
I am convinced theat drama can kill you., let’s sing.
I will carry these good thoughts with me today. A new season for change…loving the late summer selves.
Fall, we should call it fall away…
“Cutting Into” … I can feel that challenging something in me. Love the activities of the Summer Selves. Hugging, singing, cutting into …. a harvest of sorts.
Thank you, Voice of Jude!
Harvest, I like that…
Change is always hard and Nature is always my solace.
Digging in the garden to bury one’s troubles, or wandering in the woods to loosen the burdens on one’s Soul, always is the perfect remedy for life’s drama!
And, you tell the story so beautifully, Jude!
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I think I am over a lot of things.
Such lovely storytelling…and tree fringe 🙂
Yeah, love the fringe on shot cottons.
I buried something I made in the garden once and it disappeared. Became food I guess.
Useful then…
A new form!
Yes!
Love this whole vibe…..sensible on so many levels…glad you are back…love hearing your voice❣️
Nice to speak really, a release in itself.
calming down takes some doing. the old ways are no longer useful, so that calming seems a better thing.
Yeah, stop holding on…
Love to you.💝
Back…
Nothing stands forever. Re-invention is the only way…
I’m on the edge….
Sometimes falling apart is the path to coming together.
Yes, and how it teaches us about building.
A much more gentle way of building the second time ’round.
I love your work and your words – poetry when they come together
Gentle building, yes…