This is the backthe other side of Magic Cloth 2. It has been hanging on the wall for a while. But I just turned it over. What is interesting about this cloth is that I have worked on it from both sides. And in that way, it has a new quality. Some sort of evidence of the consciousness of the unseen. Each side has evidence of the other but in a kind and knowing way. A natural Pair-ing. A One-ness. This is now the only cloth on the wall. Walls. Waiting.
And I have renamed it. Just that. Confusion and Longing.
This year brings big change. Perhaps a kind of maturity that I have longed for. It is about less. And knowing that is OK. The house was like a gallery this past year. Cloth walls. Now, in these past weeks of transition, wall are just walls. Everything not needed has been given away. Only a few pieces of furniture remain. Clothing reduced to important things that might fit in a basket. Closets are empty. The loft is still filled with cloth scrap, of course. We are White Washing and continuing with a clean slate. Free from most kinds of longing except the one to be free. However that may go.
Maybe confusion comes from wanting too much and trying to manage it all.
The What If blog will be back up in a few days. Starting over there too. A new journey without a lot of baggage.
Usually the maple leave turn first. Falling almost before the oak leaves turn. This season, all the oak leaves on the high trees blew off in the storm, some still green. And now, so late in November, the smaller maples are turning bright yellow and filling in the spaces with hopeful color. I am used to rising before sunrise now. Sitting with the moon before morning coffee. Comfortable, as dark changes into almost dark. This is a cropped image from a larger cloth. Magic cloth 2, still in process. Which now hangs on a cold wall. Layers of cloth on a wall will keep you warmer on cold nights. I am imagining the moon ( fabric dyed by Deb) woven in among the trees. Because there are more spaces now. The idea makes me feel safe, like mending holes. Bringing me closer to ideas of moon and space. And place-keeping. In a way season is usually a familiar place.
This is a busy time for me. Mom requires more of my time and things are still to be done, post storm. I haven't been wandering around the web much. Some new stones have been gathered for the magic feather project and I will catch up with it all real soon.