Big wind howling. But there is a fire. It grew, Grow. The Nest of Days came off the wall so I could look at this one as a whole, decide how to continue. The kitchen is behind that wall so I stop on the way and look at it a lot. Looking for now. It will not be there for long… Maybe I will take it outside too. I will try to put a post together about seams this week […]
A painted dot. Actually this is an old one. Painting that is. Cropped to make a dot. A dot can bring focus. Make more of a point. And it’s looking at you as if to say, well everything you need to hear. Which, of course, you can already say to yourself. You don’t need me for that.
Looking back Quite difficult to film through the window. Sitting on the stump that is usually a snack bar for pileated woodpeckers, pulling apart the carcass of a Blue Jay. He stopped eating because I was spotted even through the glass. Not a great film but you might catch a glimpse of the feathers below. He eventually flew away with the remainder of his meal. I love just witnessing. I am collecting seed from the Japanese Indigo blooms. I left some, the […]
And here we are. Reminds me how Mom, in her oldest of age, used to call each morning and declare, “I’m still here !” We came fairly near to a frost this early morning. Fuzz Face decided it was a bit chilly. That’s the tablecloth I made for Mom, she loved checks. I backed it because it became so thin, quilting it in my spare time. So many blackberry lily seeds, going to spread them around when I go out […]
Looking here. Looking has become quite an activity. Or, really, just passing by. Humming to myself. The back of one cloth over another. Some scrap over that. And now Grow over that. Sometimes I just live with this, forgetting about what might be underneath, for a long time. Maybe forever. Moving through days as needed. I drew some lines with a sharpie. I pinned some cutouts. But mostly I don’t know. What if it is just ok? The illusion, in […]
May or an Impression of May… in early morning light. Over a cloth called Heal. How one just fits to the other. How one thing becomes another through pairing. Pairings. Each giving something to New Form. I know it is spring, I have my first poison ivy. And today I consider more seriously leaving the metaverse, a big step to somewhere else. It is warm and sunny and I am going outside to plant more morning glories. Maybe build a […]
I placed my Deep Pool of Thought over a Nest of Days so I might Reconsider Freedom. Gee, that’s a mouthful, isn’t it? From the side, Three cloths deep, but many more moments… It became a Medicine wheel Basket. In my mind. Not a shield but a deep pool of holding some sort of personal order. And acceptance. Of what might be but maybe never will be. And I can rest in that, the imagined. The form that arises if […]
What a common thing to say, but now I catch myself, how untrue. What’s done is done? Not. Nothing is done, only paused but then not even that. It’s all just going. The things we might casually tell our children might be so misleading. Reconsider. I placed it, Everything is So Fragile, over Heal, which has become almost a regular ceremony for the unfinished lately… now thinking healing is never finished. And then over something else, just to give it […]