So it's like this.
Older. Body requires attention.
Not Just Going, but Going with Care. I face and fully accept the interruptions required from what I want, to address what I need. I said this to myself this morning. Woke up a bit more achy to the morning's heavy humidity and stale air. It is clearly too hot for the sea today. I will move, but slowly. Want what I need.
This is a small shibori effort on old cloth from last week. A little crossroads component I want to develop further for my patchwork. It is stitched resist, that is, some sewing is done and pulled tightly and the thread keeps the dye applied from penetrating the cloth here and there. I love the little loose, stray thread that found its way here. I can relate. I like how this pattern idea seems to have a space at the center (here off center) and the paths seem to vibrate outward. I will make myself smaller now and rest right there in that space. Rest is like holding space. Or being held by space. Rest then. Let my thoughts grow.
While I heal and rest, the deer are having a garden party. When they finish off what I planted there will be plenty of weeds for dessert. Maybe I will become a Deer Whisperer for a while.
I will take the weekend off from blogging. Maybe a few photos over at Instagram, less sitting,hunched over the screen. I have pushed the opening of my wee shop back to August 1. Turn Turn Turn.