Early this morning. A photo. Just finished stitching the last square. New seasons are upon us. I wonder how they will become for us. Heal. A quilt on the wall is one thing, but up close you are in it somehow. And that is what it is for. How joyously soft this seems to me now, like once upon a time when nine was not even a memory. A field of loose puzzle pieces. Once upon a time when there […]
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 […]
Today I am composed. I am the Composition. I am simply focused, I guess, on what’s here. freedom is Working on the incomplete and bringing them to a point of peace. Letting all else go. Be. I found this, from 101. Just rereading it. No need to change anything, nothing to add.
Half faced. An eclipse of self I was thinking. Then how much the moon can teach us. About the temporary. And the constancy. Of appearing and disappearing. How to work with that. Use it actually, to get a sense of how it is, was, might be. Might always be. So it’s magic. To me, how things appear and disappear. Not as in trickery or illusion, but as a real part of going. Like night into day and back again. […]
Continuing. From here. I made a circle using the Double Running Stitch aka the Magic Stitch when it is done in black and white. I think really I should rename it the Double Walking Stitch. You have to go slowly. And there are more things to say. But not today. Loose thoughts are on my mind and then imaginings on how they might come together. And then of course the question. What If it doesn’t much matter? Followed quickly by […]