I woke up wondering ... should I take time off from the internet? To see what it might be like going back to that kind of life. I have seriously forgotten that life. It's been so long. It's not that I don't enjoy blogging. It's that I am curious. I remember a while back when I was working in New York City, commuting every day. I was in a crowd, we, like a sheep, all moving in the same direction, packed into a subway tunnel. Not JUST going.
All of a sudden I stopped. Stood there for a moment and turned around. They oozed around me. Kept going. I walked the other way and got on a train and went home. I never went back. Which is not my intention here. But it was not my intention then either. It's just the way it happened. And it amazed me really. It was just time. To change directions. That is how I came to be here!!! It's quite amazing isn't it? How it might go? Or not. Just thinking.
Sunday. the 12th of February in the year I turn 66. (Not today, but soon)
It might have been Michelle's comment. On yesterday's post.
Today's nine is the closest thing I could get to violet, rummaging through the prepared squares in the basket, here, by my side.
From left to right...
Old linen from grandmas' table cloth.
A patch of the first muslin I ever used to stitch.
A white flannel from my son's baby pillow.
A square cut from a seamed patchwork leftover.
The center, a pairing with a bit of stitch to honor the seam.
That old linen again.
Flour sack cotton, a leftover from when I made my own dishtowels. They never wore out so I haven't made any more.
A lined linen that reminds me of notebook paper, I designed it when I was working.
A cotton lawn with a print that reminds me of seeds. I think I rescued it form somewhere.
So the center, I like that the center and the piece to the left come together to form a square of color that shifts slightly from the expected grid. That the red x adds warmth to the blue violet, making me imagine a warmer color, the one I need. I like that all the color there is like a blending. And I remembered the rings.
The amethyst from grandma, a February Gal, like me. And her daughter, my Mom, and her star sapphire which she loved so much because it was from Dad. How they seem like the colors here. How in their connection they feel like I feel.
My mood is not light today. But I am ok with that. Part of me is sleeping. Part of me is not. I want to stitch on the center cloth (from here). I want its name to be Arising from Inner Warmth today. I guess that makes it a bit heart-like (which has me thinking about love). It sits in between The Old Seeing Eye (looking back to that) and To Keep from Screaming (here).
I want to stitch, yet, I am waiting, staring. Breathing. Alive.
A few days back. I wrote: ( sort of a stream of consciousness thing)
TwilightZone. HeartHead has lost sight of her own face.
It is floating somewhere beyond reach. Like a tomorrow.
Where are we? I need new Eyes.
Spring is not far off. Dreaming of it.
It's raining. A lot.
Faces come out of the Rain. People are Strange.
And that is how this happened. By considering those words.
Alignment is a big thing in composition I think. Here. Aligning with the rain, and the idea of faces coming out of the rain. Creating what I often call Sympathetic Evolution. Change through connection. Flow. Ultimately new form.
HeartHead. Being Winter Rain.
I made an audio today, because I had thoughts, but really, really, I am going to forget how to do all this if I put to much space between doings.