In the morning's sideways light, I can get a feel for how the stitch from the day before is changing the texture of the cloth. So much changes, slowly, with stitch. How cloth touches cloth. The feel of it. How the pieces begin to move together. Flow as one.
The fire element holds the center. I have begun to add the water element as a series of spirals and rings that act as a connector, both for the layers and a surface texture. They form a kind of ripple effect. An old sea. I will use them to make the components flow together, and also as a guide to add more feathers and the basket motif for some extra sense of holding and keeping here and there. When many things come together, flow is very important. Very useful. One thing into another that still allows for going. Just going together. Peace.
Yesterday was the day, we decided, to keep the promise. A soft and gentle day for August. Breezy. Not too hot. A good swimming day
As we drove across the bridge to the old sea, my whole life flashed before me. especially the part lived at home. Mom and dad, they loved the sea. And this beach at Fire Island, is where we spent all our time as kids. There was no bridge then, just a little ferry across. There we were. Riding the waves. The first thing my father taught us. Body surfing. We were hilarious, this family of fish. Sliding in along the shore, lost in sea foam and sand. Both our parents lived and breathed sea. From way back. The hardest thing for both of them was not to be able to make it down to the water's edge anymore. That and not being able to gather the group long enough for a long swim.
When Dad died, Mom kept his ashes. W a i t , she said. For me. And the out-going tide. And so we did.
There is peace today. Joyous peace. And another promise kept.