I spent a lot of time stitching this piece in place. No easy task to catch the wind. Even on cloth. I do believe Wind is the next element here. Fanning the flames that will probably get larger in this section. And to facilitate the movement in the flight path section. Whoosh.
I am here on Thursday, because I cannot be here tomorrow on regular Feather Friday. Actually I am a bit confused and lost as to what day it is. The stillness has left me with a lack of direction. Wind then. Even if just imagined.
There are links to the Magic Feather Project up top and in the sidebar if you are not familiar.
With gusts at 65 mph early this morning, we huddled in the memory of the last storm. Wind in the dark. The song of the wind has changed as it moves Across the water. And then unobstructed by missing trees. There is more of a warning of its coming. Luckily only parts of trees have fallen here this time.
I have placed a new wind catcher on the back of the Wind robe. An ancient wiser fringe. I have renamed this robe, that Dances in Sympathy with Wind, Across and Through. It moves with it.
I will not be saying much here and around the web for most of February. Taking care of Mom, finishing part 1 of Diaries, and this robe among other things. Things are a bit confused at the moment, but with Spring will come that seasonal clarity. New beginnings.
I will update my newsletter mid-month to keep you posted about goings on. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
I am just trying to get Through a few things at the moment. All the while, pinning a few things here, stitching a few things there. And today getting out of the grey for a while. Focusing on Through, understanding it as some sort of multi layered going. A biggere sense of Continuing. More integrated. Something like weaving.
Fringe has always been an important component for me. Over the years it evolved into my personal symbol for continuing. And there is a lot to say about that. Probably it will result in a whole lot of What-iffing. I think I will even be Whispering Fringe. Which I can't get to at the moment because a lot of things are moving through me . And vice versa.
This wrapped fringe is from a strap I wove for a hand woven bag in 1971 ( I think) . There used to be feathers on the ends, but they have disappeared. It needs a bit of repair but it reaches way back. Which adds to its symbolism. How it started out as a thread unnoticed and moved through my life.
After 6 grey days, the sun came out.
My brother will be here , all the way form Idaho, for a few days. Actually, the whole family will be gathered around Mom, who hasn't been feeling too well. She is getting old. We will move through a few days days together, and I will be back later.