I want to use this stippling as a language element. I want to name it Energy Field. I think it might be interesting to create a bunch of them. Energy squares. And then experiment with what happens when they connect. Energy is a nice way to express that which is in between forms.
Meanwhile, this one is very thin.
I love that.
Keeping the fire going has just become part of the day here. Season can wear us thin. But also strengthen us. It is all quite lovely.
This morning, I pinned a new nine over and earlier nine. Remember Nine for Peace? Started here and then continued here and pictured here. Nine for Peace has become a backdrop for a lot of my goings and considerings. As I pinned this one once called Cornered and then Flow to this cloth, I renamed it. Nine for waves, no Nine for Making Waves. Yes, that holds more intention. Stirring. I thought about Nine for Knowing Waves but that is to big. Assumes too much. I want to remain smaller. To know that.
I looked back, found post 2345, the day something struck me. I cannot start over. I cannot erase self or time. Doings and goings. They are done and gone. But then not really. They got me here. Story. I might,though, keep going and try to Feel Free, be Free. In some small way just shed the the small ambitions that promise a bigger me. I think... what it is like to feel free might be close to starting anew. Making space for it.
So here we go then. I have set up a new tutorial space to support my sharings here. I am calling it Feel Free. And I'm working on it. Free is no small undertaking. I'll start by talking about it for a few days. Still a bit in between.
A cold wind blew in last night. And the storm seems to be weakening. I think all the crickets in the woods found a way in during the wee hours of the morning. They are all here singing, quite loudly, together..."it's nice and warm in here, oh yeah!"
Sometimes , location, like the time of year, can be guessed through the memory of having been there before. Memory is a map in a way. We might use it to feel safe. Chart safe stepping. Or even escape.
Sometimes a journey is imagined. Mapped out and documented for safe going. Maybe it's the fear of getting lost. The need to hold onto expectation. But it's really no guarantee.
This was the sketch for Holding Pattern. I've torn away part of it, leaving the center panel. The Xs marked where I was as I pieced. Until all of a sudden I started not to need them.
I stitched this with the sunrise. 9 as a path. The linear nine patch. Putting one patch in front of another.
Sometimes simply being right where you are is so beautiful and a simple going is, becomes, the path itself. And you feel joy. Which is all places at once. And there is no fear of getting lost. Form emerges like path.
I love how the holes in my design wall(s) have come to look like stars.
So I will continue Holding Pattern with the memory of a plan. Or no plan at all which is really never true because there are always imaginings. In case you lose your memory. And I will be held by that.
I imagine that someday, sometime, what I expect to happen just might not. For now, I am grateful to have these ripening tomatoes. And the reassurance of their continuing.
I stitched this early this morning. It is not a 9 patch, but I really like these colors together. I am looking and thinking how one thing might replace another. How that might be less obvious over time. And simply seem like continuing.