I simply added a thread bead. Some extra light. Yesterday. The hot steamy day that ended with the biggest rain I ever remember. The sky was surely falling I thought. But the roof didn't leak.
And today is this kind of day. A cool start. Bright sun. And going resumes.
This small cloth has just been tucked in one of the pockets of HOME. As I close the box I think pockets are like little homes. I have been stuffing things in the pockets. Stray feathers and stones. Stray stuff from the studio. Just putting things in safe places. Just that. Not remembering details. Just knowing they will be fine. Resting. And happy to be found. One of these days.
Phase 1 of the Magic Feather Project is complete. For those of you who have been following and for those of you who came late, I am compiling the story in a separate place so it can make more sense. I plan to publish that link in a few weeks.
For those subscribed to Small Journeys, I will take this week off, ease into summer, do some blog and personal maintenance and be back July 1, continuing through the summer, on a summer schedule. What if Wednesday. Until the series ends.
Come summer's end I may be traveling. We'll see.
The shop remains closed while I consider another format for sharing, teaching and offering my work.
The Explainer, travels with the cloth we call Home.
He is a pocket, a safe keeper, maybe for questions or anything else that needs to rest. And he might be a traveling companion.
Or he might stick close to Home.
I am done. Shooting photos and preparing a site (link to be published soon) where the project might be reviewed in the order of days. Gathering the pieces of the long story has taken time. Longer than planned or imagined.
Now just getting ready to pack it up and let it go. Solstice falls on Sunday. And so does Father's Day. And the same day is the day my mother died, already 2 years ago. How did that happen?
I am truly exhausted, but in that good way. Like a long day in the garden.
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.
In some simple way. I sense something IN me. The part that endures. That which does not break but bends. Does not break because it bends. Remaining ever useful.
It's a been a long time since I began the cloth we call Home.
So much time has passed. One needle. I woke up thinking that maybe the witnessing of time passing is as important as the cloth itself. (The children have been watching.) To know that it, has in itself, taken on the shape of persistence. Which clearly , on this day, I sense, once again, is the key to new form. And how we learn.
These final days with the cloth, I feel them as the most important. The freeing of the feathers and stones from the main cloth. Being one with that will stay with me forever. There is something special there. I think they have become more immediate as dream catchers. Free.
How dreams bend our waking thoughts. Give us a glimpse of the power of imagination. New eyes.
I look at these strings of feathers. What if I had sewn them all end to end. Would they reach around the world? Probably not you say. In my dreams, most definitely. I wake up. Yes they do. In so many ways not yet counted.