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 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.
Working through this one is helping me let certain things go. I need to truly hold myself in what is and how much things have changed and let go of pretending I can repair a broken spell. There is magic in how things appear and magic in how things disappear. And then in between, the magic we often miss. The JUST IS. I know, vague. But words will not work. And really it’s just a personal trip I am on. […]
These pictures and text were cut and pasted from my old blog. Click to enlarge. A post from around this time last year as I floundered around trying to hold myself together, focused on larger cloth. Now, I’m circling. This is one of my methods for reconsideration. Today I am going to create a project page for GROW. To gather it’s story. Because I am back in it. Maybe it’s the season. Yesterday, this happened. What if everything can be […]
It was early in the morning. I woke earlier than usual because the pain in my knees, due to an injury sustained in the garden weeks back, wouldn’t let me sleep. And suddenly it was an arrow, and I imagined it spinning, like on a gameboard called Heal. And the other side too. Shelter simply became a way. This way and then that way. And then. I made Heal into a drawing. I had coffee. And then another. I did […]
There is fog here. After a lot of rain. And now a bit of winter moving in. It is grey and dark. And the man is still sleeping. It looks dull but you can feel the season vibrating beneath the surface. I am sorting through this old basket of scrap. It’s big, this basket, and stuff gets tossed in when I need to tidy up. It is a cloth/thread nest. Bugs get in and so does dampness and dust. It’s […]