I like perennials, the ones that come up by themselves. Over and over.
But there is something special about being part of the planting, and gathering and planting again process. Not just going, but going with tender loving care.
It's been cold, not that cold but the grey cold that nags on you after a while. I'm tired of it. Tired of keeping fires, tired of spending more time indoors than out. Tired of the news. Dry skin. Laundry. You name it. I'm tired of it. February. Every year. The winter bitch returns.
I've got a lot of the old unfinished ClothWoven pieces on the wall today. Because I love them. Looking. Not stitching cuz my fingers are split and chapped from the cold and hauling wood, and washing dishes and such. This one is an old wishing star. It's the first time I have looked at it as a basket, the wishing star. Basket self in new form. The center was like heart but now I think it is more like wishing self.
Wishing is softer than bitching and it is Valentines Day so I'll be nice.
My mood is not light today. But I am ok with that. Part of me is sleeping. Part of me is not. I want to stitch on the center cloth (from here). I want its name to be Arising from Inner Warmth today. I guess that makes it a bit heart-like (which has me thinking about love). It sits in between The Old Seeing Eye (looking back to that) and To Keep from Screaming (here).
I want to stitch, yet, I am waiting, staring. Breathing. Alive.
The smallest beast. Going. Maybe not Just. Leaving a trail. Dividing space. Making a path. Bringing a bit of fresh air to an old piece of patchwork. Transforming it into a place to breathe.
The slowest stitch. Slower than even the slowest slow stitch. Splitting hairs I call it. A split backstitch using one thread. Takes forever because you add row after row and and no one might even notice. But it gives you time to consider and shape your vision.
Eventually. Evidence of how we keep at it.
I'm not particularly focused lately. I'm just letting that play out. More walking than thinking. More going than explaining. I need a Wordless Weekend of Willful Wandering. Mixed with Day Dreaming. Take care.