Today I am thinking about what I mean by a Small Journey.
There is a bit of stray in all of us. Don't you think.? Maybe what I mean by that is the willingness to leave our comfort zone, if only for a moment at first.
Every bit of what is here in this piece is a small journey in itself. And in some way it is also a nine patch to me . Imagine that. And now as a composition it is also a small journey.
This is a self portrait, even if just for this morning. I call it Serious Stray...Becoming at peace with oneself while considering weave. I think it is about staying in motion. Learning. And the layers of going that make up a lifetime.
Yesterday I needed fire. It wasn't cold really. But I felt cold. Inside. I do not get sick often. I am lucky that way. But in the last few days I was filled with chill. A kind of mysterious weakness. Ears aching. A fever that slowed me. Sickness for me is always a kind of sign. Stop. Change your direction. Look around. Even a low mood is a kind of illness for me. Mostly a signal that I have lost my way. I've been in a flurry. It was time to be still.
I became still, and travelled in my mind. My thoughts became like a theater. I let them play a few things out. While I rested. Every thought considered is a Small Journey.
Sage tea. Heat. Garlic soup. Lemon. Ginger. Sleep. Dreaming small journeys. Direction. Holding. Letting go. Weather. Life. Art. Death. All of it. I lit a new fire inside.