Pfffft. No Big Wind really. But Big Rain, 28 hours of it, so far. There was only one sunflower, one biggish one, to survive the deer. She collapsed in the big rain and the only decent wind gust, early on. But here she is this morning. It is still pouring. Yesterday was dark. I needed a lamp to stitch. Just small cloth. Wondering why I just didn’t continue the quilting on Heal. But again I found myself form chasing. Some […]
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 […]
There was a storm. A small branch fell from an overhead tree to the deck below. The young morning glory, previously supported by a wooden skewer was hanging down, knocked over by the heavy rain. I stuck the branch into the soil, for it to lean on, before going to bed. In the morning, this. I really like looking at Freedom over Grow. And how it seems to have become some sort of personal medicine wheel. It seems as wet […]
There is really just a moment when you look. Considering how. The cloth we can call done. The becoming seems always just beginning. I made a new list. Let’s call it a recipe. And on it, look, re-engage, move through it and consider it done. Make room. Continue.
Yesterday I placed the SHELTER piece over the center of HEAL. I always appreciate how a large cloth might become a kind of home, for smaller cloth and even smaller thoughts. If only for a moment. I love the way , in this case, something older or even beneath the surface might extend the story. Here shelter grew arms. We got our second dose yesterday and I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I can’t even bear […]
There are things on walls here. Much time has passed and is passing. They continue on and off. I keep less track than I used to. Almost forgetting now. Not trying to keep track. This has become a good thing. It is like starting over which is what I feel being here at Wordpress now is about. Just looking then (for me, a thought catching process). Today and for how long it takes to sense where to go next. Where […]