Over night there was fading and curling. I wonder if it made noise I couldn't hear. I love how the Grape leaned over to touch Sassafras.
The serious stray that has been moving So Slowly has become caught up in it all. It was change that drove my selection of leaves. How every one was unique. A different little splendid Journey. Yet changing all the same.
It is possible, that even though moving slow seems to not change fast enough for us sometimes, that moving slow is the one way to capture the essence of it. Hold it. Understand the how of it. Change.
A few days a go I really felt like I ruined this one. Today, though, I am not so sure. Maybe there was just a storm brewing. And well, I'll make the best if it. It's better to wait a bit. Sometimes it takes a while for new eyes to adjust.
Things are back to normal somewhat, the house is open but still we are hanging out in one room in the late evenings. One evening fire and then one morning fire seems to keep the house warm enough for the day. The one room we were heating has remained as the sitting room. We have decided to leave it as is. More or less.
The back room that looks to the deck and the forest, well I am considering considering weave here. One studio table and a couple of chairs...doubling as a dining place and a music listening area, since there are old speakers there that used to be connected to the TV. Which is now in the other room we were heating. And so this is a new quiet place. I could even see a little group of clothmates sitting here over tea and cloth. The studio is again on its way to becoming a greenhouse. With a bit of studio left in.
There was a lot of time Hanging since last night.
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A bit of stitching on this piece, a tiny wish on this patchwork pattern I have aways called crossroads. I will talk more about it later. Because today was exhausting really. Maybe just a touch of Spring Fever. It's OK. I am grateful for this long in between space between winter and Spring. I've a lot of considering to do.
Like a world, it's a place where evolution is a given. As things adjust to place. Adapt.
In this cloth that is like a world, things evolve. Become. One thing becomes another without judgment. Which is really a relief.
I am still working, missing my April 2 deadline. Which reminds me that they are useless. Dead Lines. I am also thinking about patience. How that has nothing to do with waiting really. Waiting patiently. No not waiting. To be patient is being there for as long as it takes. All the while, one thing is becoming another.