I am back home again for a few days. Life is a blur at the moment. Trying to catch up on email, paperwork, chores etc. I have settled into stitch now on the Magic Feather Cloth I call HOME. It is time to to secure everything and stitch the detail and let the story play out as it may. And try to imagine in it finished enough to give away. There is way more stitch necessary than I imagined on this one, so time to ramp that up. As always another layer of thought emerges during this process. I so enjoy it. Look at that Eye shaped stone. This cloth is a comfort cloth. I can rest in it. It is even big enough to be wrapped in and still stitch on it.
Thanks to all the Piece-Makers, I have enough leftover feathers and stones to make another cloth and I think I will begin dreaming about that too.
The shop will reopen soon, and I am trying to regain calm as I adjust to my new schedule with Mom. Just Going with a new pace.
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Update. The room in the hospital is so small, working on a large cloth is not practical. I have resorted to a bag of random scraps and just going. Letting something emerge. Getting through it. I am a bit lost with little sleep. And so aware of how that changes vision. I will not be back here much for a little while. With limited time, I will tend to the Diaries series with the time I have and drop a few photos here once in a while . Comments are off and the shop is closed for at least another week. I will check my email periodically.
I sat in the middle, and pulled the cloth toward me, around me. As if to make a nest, A bowl to hold me. Just to see if the cloth could gather. If the feel was right. It feels right. Today I will stitch on the center. Secure it a bit more. Give it substance. A special energy space. Like the eye of a storm. I suppose if you could find a safe place in a storm, yet be right in it, close enough to touch it you might be able to understand it. Respect it. Ride it. Love it even.