I am smiling because I am happy to celebrate with him.
He is smiling because he is younger than me.
No gifts. Just smiling. He likes it that way.
I used one of the Pairings waiting for stitch on the wall, just to illustrate the fact that I think (a note to self) it is just grand that after all these years we might still be smiling. And that's enough.
Tomorrow is July. And I will be back to stitching and sharing and not just imagining.
These ribbons of feathers will act as ties for the large cloth we call Home. And then who knows? I've enjoyed this final process. Making strings of feathers. Dreaming into them. Imagining them as representing the PieceMakers, hand to hand, reaching from here to there. Standing for hope and kindness. Ties that bind. Strong and useful. And then light as dreams. Blowing in the wind.
I have spoken to Wendy. I will send the cloth on Solstice. She will wait for it. Welcome it. It was a warm talk, this one. Filled with knowing each other better. She brings out the love in me which sometimes gets clouded by all the crap that makes up a life.
But I guess that is just what she is good at.
I've been working hard to pull the story of this cloth together in some cohesive way. No small task, this was one big journey. Tangled up in a life.
Silly me. I had forgotten the black and white ones. My personal rainbow would not be complete without them.
I am thinking these beans should just meander through the cloth we call Home. On both sides. That I might stitch them without planning where they go. Just go. Starting somewhere on one edge and wander through till I hit another. Not looking at it from a compositional stand point. Not at all.
And the feeling of clearing space. It spread throughout the house. Some local charity called and left a message. Do you have any clothing or household items you might spare? I called back, yes. Yes, I have things.
This is the beautiful bowl my son made. It holds the safety pins that I have been removing from the feather cloth. The ones that have been replaced with stitch. I call him. "Make another that I might send to Wendy's kids." Send that one he said. It means more.
I have this idea that things might be pinned to the cloth, for safety. Or pinned anywhere. I like the idea of a safety pin.
That a large cloth might simply be a safe haven for smaller cloth.
And what a fool I was to think Spring would never come.
It's been a hard winter. Maybe not just the weather. Maybe a little bit me. My own winter. A chill that ran through me. April marks a kind of renewed energy then... and a break from small to something larger. The Magic Feather Cloth needs to be Unrolled. Held. Set free.
It is hard to just say. Explain. Why I could not work on it these last months. All I can say is that I need to be in a very special state of openness. And it wasn't there. And now it is.
April. A break then. From Small Journeys. I will be sharing the final work on the cloth I call Home. Here. On the blog. It belongs to all of us. We the PieceMakers and Dreamers of hope and healing.