With gusts at 65 mph early this morning, we huddled in the memory of the last storm. Wind in the dark. The song of the wind has changed as it moves Across the water. And then unobstructed by missing trees. There is more of a warning of its coming. Luckily only parts of trees have fallen here this time.
I have placed a new wind catcher on the back of the Wind robe. An ancient wiser fringe. I have renamed this robe, that Dances in Sympathy with Wind, Across and Through. It moves with it.
I will not be saying much here and around the web for most of February. Taking care of Mom, finishing part 1 of Diaries, and this robe among other things. Things are a bit confused at the moment, but with Spring will come that seasonal clarity. New beginnings.
I will update my newsletter mid-month to keep you posted about goings on. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
Around this time of year, I remember my father. He always used to lean over and whisper " hold on to memory". But he meant more than just not forgetting. He explained to me once ( in one of my darkest hours) that to remember was to hold the teachings that experience offers. And to remember without judgement, he said, is what is useful. So often we say never forget in order to hold a grudge or a feeling of guilt or despair. We remember so we can punish or regret or even feel prouder of ourselves than need be. No he said, remember in order to understand... and quietly go on. Appreciate the beauty in that. And I never forgot.
I just had to finish this one for some reason. Quietly talking to myself. This morning. As the sun came up.
I sewed four pieces of sky/ shibori together , quickly, this morning as the sun came up. I used a sewing machine for the long straight seams. Sometimes I do that as a starting point. A point of reference. The context of the time we live in. It felt as if I need to start. Make this space. Now. The resulting cloth measures a little over six feet square. A good basic size I think. Maybe it will get a little bigger. Maybe a bit smaller. Certainly big enough to sit on or hide under.
I took no care in making a perfect meeting point. There was no need. The cloth touches and holds together just fine. It is a nice open space. And as I turned the cloth over to press the seams I stopped to notice that honesty of that place. So fragile with such thin cloth. I realized that this cloth is being started at a time when I have been quite focused on the way things might move through us. How that might have a lot to do with understanding. And so, with that thought caught again, I decided to make the other side, the one we hide most often, that side of the base will be the face. I will start with sympathy for what is on the inside. This is good.
The cloth needs a name. Naming is often a sympathetic evolution for me as I work. Mostly I am thinking about kindness. And how we change as something is allowed to move through us. This exchange. The resulting transformation. What we might become. And with all these thoughts, for some reason, I think of home. Maybe it is just the comfort in that. S0 for now I will call this one Home. A safe place to start. Maybe even a good place to end up.
A place where fragile is beautiful and ok for as long as it takes.
And I have started a real journal. Something not digital.