What is it for me? I hope to answer this question this year. This is part of UnDoing too much. We cannot be everything. It is too much. One thing can be enough. Narrow it down. Pick a way. Then there is hope for clarity.
Less isn't easy. But it is ultimately more. In my mind I sense it is the kind of more that weighs less.
I loved this photo I took last week before company arrived. The stove top brew steamed up the camera lens. Perfectly expressing my momentary confusion. About dyeing. About company.
I sat and watched the copper rim make a mark on the tannin soaked cloth. Ochre. I loved that I sat there watching that. That I had the time to do that. That an answer is forming. And it weighs less.
Today I am restless. I am going walking with no planned time of return.
Because I already stitched this. Today's nine. For direction. While everyone was sleeping.