It rained like no tomorrow late yesterday. But here it is.
I plan to be away for August.
I need the time. And space. To rearrange. Shift. Center.
Balance is a matter of practice I think. One must be ready at any moment for everything to change. Even if it is just the wind. One must practice change more than anything. Manage the unexpected. Dance with it. Not repeat the same old same old in hopes to get it right.
I will be checking my email now and then. Posting a photo or two when it happens. The only surfing I will be doing is the kind that happens when you catch a wave.
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From here...since it seems to me that the tendency to lean implies flow and sympathy with that.
I find myself taking the opportunity to condense what I have here by putting, now stitching, one thing that I might like a lot over another that I need to let go of. In this way nothing is really lost, but there is less. At least it seems that way. Therefore feeding my tendency to crave more space. And the tendency toward being obsessed with one thing becoming another. Over and over.
These ribbons of feathers will act as ties for the large cloth we call Home. And then who knows? I've enjoyed this final process. Making strings of feathers. Dreaming into them. Imagining them as representing the PieceMakers, hand to hand, reaching from here to there. Standing for hope and kindness. Ties that bind. Strong and useful. And then light as dreams. Blowing in the wind.
I have spoken to Wendy. I will send the cloth on Solstice. She will wait for it. Welcome it. It was a warm talk, this one. Filled with knowing each other better. She brings out the love in me which sometimes gets clouded by all the crap that makes up a life.
But I guess that is just what she is good at.
I've been working hard to pull the story of this cloth together in some cohesive way. No small task, this was one big journey. Tangled up in a life.