I continue and continue to stitch to connect all the pieces on the Magic Feather Cloth I still call Home. Now, without much thought actually, I wander across it's vastness, mending gaps and loose ends. A million small journeys. Not worrying what meets where. Because it is all fitting together some how. Who would have imagined? We did. A dream is kept safe in the imagination I guess. The how might never be an obstacle if the sense of it is close by.
This is an old drawing. I once looked at it as silly.
It seems quite profound to me today.
Mom used to say It will all work out. Wait. I think I get it now.
So I am back. In some way. After finding myself with time for what? Stitch. Quiet maybe. Quiet was good. And the things that needed to be done. Had to be done. Done. But to mourn? No. I do not feel sad. I can say that. It is OK. I feel different. Just Different. I don't need more time to drown in it. Lose it. This difference. I need to keep going. To express it. To celebrate it even. To be how I am. How I am now. Just Different. To slowly undo a knot of emotion that might get confused with sadness. To lay it out. Look. Listen. Form something out of it.
Appreciate all that it is.
As my brother so elegantly put it. And I quote:
My mother died, in her own house, in her own room, in her own way, on Friday night, June 21st, at about 9PM.
Dust is the handle. It breaks from the cup. Dream is what’s left when the rest’s folded up.
Thank you all for your emails and overwhelming kind support. Thank you. It's OK.
As you might recall, I was pinning up the remaining feathers on the wall (right over the lion quilt), sorting them by color, to see what was left. I might have enough for another cloth. Or 2. This is not all of them, I ran out of pins. And then there are the stones. This thing is so much bigger than what I had envisioned. I will be using some of these in the first cloth, but what if I use the white/ light background ones in a new cloth. ? And I am thinking of collecting some new components. Oh my mind is whirling.
This post is in reference to the Magic Feather Project.
OK I posted enough these past days. Back to Diaries for a while.
How slowly true and deep vision evolves. That is what I was thinking . And how selling work often means letting it go before it is done. Ripe. How confusing everything seems to me today. I am home. Staring. Ready for a pizza and wine ceremony.