Winter is settling in and Solstice approaches which always offers a new sense of balance to Just Going. I will be stitching and Wishing and whispering over at Diaries this month, posting every day until that day when the sun seems to stand still. At which point I shall sympathize with the season and spend quiet time with friends and family until the year turns new. If you are subscribed to What if Diaries 1, I will be placing a star in the right sidebar, later today. that will guide you to the wishing segment each day until the 21st. Most likely posting in the evenings. If you are interested in What if Diaries 2, well I don't know yet.
Much energy will also be, needs to be, put into the large cloth, the Magic Feather Cloth I call Home, after all it is a gift, a Wishing Cloth. And it's time to see some of them come true.
Otherwise, my presence on the web will be rather thin. Comments are off through December, posting will become sporadic. Shop is closed, we''ll see, the last thing on my mind really. Wishing you all a wonderful turning.
Trying to sort things out in my mind. Sorting. The time of year I guess. No luck today really. Got a bit of stitching done. I'll talk about that tomorrow at Diaries. Not today. Today, well, just gonna sit and stare and try to figure out why I feel so confused. Perhaps holidays without Mom will be confusing for a while.
The year is winding down. December will be a month of undoing a few things, sorting in a way. I am changing my shop situation, said that before, finally getting to it. Classes are still "on sale" till tomorrow. Hoping to get a few more pieces done but who knows really. Just here, sorting it all out. My merchant mind is in hibernation. Booking flights to elsewhere, having thoughts about small journeys.Just here, warm, unsorted. Scraps of self in a heap. Sometimes the natural order of things is like that.
I'll gather myself under the cloth I call Home and rest a bit.
I decided to call this one Lost Moon Like a Basket. Continued from here. Because that is how it went. How it holds scraps of self. Of course now it is found but the lost part is a more important part of the story here. It was lost once before, the center section being an old what if from years ago. I kind of forget sometimes how lost and found is such a natural order , a balancing act, when it comes to creative thought. How it might rock you. Become a form in itself, taking the shape of persistence.
This cloth is rather small. 8 inches by 14" about, including the fringe. But is seems bigger to me somehow. It has had a long life.
And here it is, another day. And I could add a bit more to it. But I won't. It's ok.