This is the back the other side of Magic Cloth 2. It has been hanging on the wall for a while. But I just turned it over. What is interesting about this cloth is that I have worked on it from both sides. And in that way, it has a new quality. Some sort of evidence of the consciousness of the unseen. Each side has evidence of the other but in a kind and knowing way. A natural Pair-ing. A One-ness. This is now the only cloth on the wall. Walls. Waiting.
This year brings big change. Perhaps a kind of maturity that I have longed for. It is about less. And knowing that is OK. The house was like a gallery this past year. Cloth walls. Now, in these past weeks of transition, wall are just walls. Everything not needed has been given away. Only a few pieces of furniture remain. Clothing reduced to important things that might fit in a basket. Closets are empty. The loft is still filled with cloth scrap, of course. We are White Washing and continuing with a clean slate. Free from most kinds of longing except the one to be free. However that may go.
Maybe confusion comes from wanting too much and trying to manage it all.
The What If blog will be back up in a few days. Starting over there too. A new journey without a lot of baggage.