Gaze out at the vastness and somehow renew the sense of OKness in that.
I pinned this wild thing over a section of Sanity. The biggest piece of Sanity on hand. I put it there to hold it still for a moment. I will work on it later after dinner. Because I have thoughts. Mostly recurring thoughts about Tendency and the tenderness it contains. No matter what it ultimately results in. I think it holds the potential for forgiveness because of its link to natural order and how it might happen. Which is hard to embrace because it is so big.
And in this moment I consider the Tendency that I have to measure. And how measure is a kind of holding, long enough to gauge ones relationship to a thing. Measure is a common language, but at the same time might morph into a very personal math. But then might be useless without explanation if one has the desire to express self clearly.
Sanity is a grid based series and a kind of measure. Dividing vastness. A personal safety net to keep me from rocking too far inward.
Ultimately, this piece has huge significance for me. How can I say it? Firstly, it is , of course, a nine patch. Then by focusing on the center three, the vertical column, it became a path through nine. It made nine about going. Expressed it as a way. I am very much about going. I am always going, going, going. I'm a mover. I mean I am up early and I am always active. Physically and mentally, on the go. I run circles around everyone I know. The man says I make him dizzy. He loves my energy. Sometimes he sits back and smiles as I run back and forth through a day.
I was looking at it. Adding additional stepping stones. Looking at it as endless in terms of possibility and size. I could keep going. Easily. But now what has struck me, not for the first time, is that the three, the three steps so to speak, imply direction and intention to go. There is evidence of having gone as well. It makes a way in some minimal form. In between. And it is long enough. The path. With this sense I look at it with a feeling of Being. Being there. Still going but not driven past what it is. It's path within the context of resting. Nothing lost, just smaller. Within reach, undoing ambition, the need for more.
Why is this important? Because this is where I am. I found the Going I love so much in Being. Went there. And now it is hard to go back.
Long Enough. This is my thought. I have been blogging forever. I've plans to slowly reduce my online presence and mostly my interaction this year, continuing to add content (there is so much more and thank you for your continued support) to Feel Free. And just Be. I've a Sanity Series (the art part of me) to complete that needs quiet as its main component. I'm word worn and I find it is easier to talk to myself without saying anything.
I am not leaving, I am changing. Becoming less in order to become more. Considering new formats.
So right now, pinned over the perpetual grid cloth here, the red holding is underneath....but really this pieces will find it's home on the home cloth in this post. Noticing. The letters. The alphabet system created to keep track of using scraps. Considering, yes, leaving the letters. Stitching the letters on these pieced components. How swell that seems to me. Holding personal logic in high esteem. Ok then.
I was going to post about yesterday but the sunrise caught me off guard. I had some Cs which are equal to 3 As(the original square)... and a few Hs which are 1/2 squares (A) (that quilt math thing). So I cut one of the moon squares , leaving a bit to fold back and turned an A into an H. And I think I might do a moon-rise as well. I have to shovel a path to the woodpile right now though. Funny how there is always time for a little nine or not so nine patch.
I don't really think in quilt math. It is mostly for explaining. And using stuff up.
I sewed this in the dark almost. Not neat but perfect.
Funny when I look at this I expect the sun to be all the way up when I get back to it.
In the beginning I thought I would set up a counting system. To measure the going, giving each square a value. Or maybe giving each set of squares a a value, a day, or what not. So by counting them I might measure the time spent in the forming.. But I changed my mind. I work on it as time allows. And now I am only measuring how it might go. How it happened in just its becoming. I have managed 64 squares so far , halfway through the 3rd ring around the center. I am not counting days. It has become a more personal calendar. Maybe measuring my ability to continue. Accomplish. Marking that.
I ironed it a bit. Not my usual thing. But flattening it, I thought, might make the seam pattern more visible, And it did. The squared basket-self is so subtle.
It forms almost too slowly. But I don't mind. There is no deadline. It just is.
I pinned it over the center of Nest of Days. To quiet it for a moment.