The paths to a place are infinite. The ways we might get there. Although we all might be here, how we got here makes all the difference in the sense of place we have. I think.
Anyway, alternating the placement of the stitch made little squares... I screwed up the first part of the video when I was doing that but it is easy enough to imagine. So here's the rest of it even though the video itself seems a bit foggy. I should have coffee first.
Extended to make room, space,for more day dreaming.
Today three becoming Tree. Dream becoming place.
Maybe Conjuring a New Day I am thinking.
AS IF each day is Magic.
The eclipse was dyed by Glennis. The rest of the indigo cloth here , samples from cloth I designed while working as a fabric designer long ago. I don't know why there is a square drawn on that one scrap from grandma's quilt. ? I'll work with it. I really like how the running stitch can be roots here. My roots.
I'm wondering how big this piece might become. Because really there might be no end to my dreaming. Discovering the possibilities of self becoming. Which is really true, isn't it? Funny how we put frames around that.
PS, I've switched to safety pins during times of in between. Just in case.
Today there is rain, welcomed for it's been so dry.
Impressed by the beauty of the day, I went walking early in the damp air.
Raspberries in October. These are new bushes, just maturing. Gifted local cuttings. It seems odd that they are fruiting now. Usually now is the time for pruning. They had small fruit all summer but now, wow. Maybe the birds are confused too. I found them first. Lots more coming. It's a bit warmer so maybe a few pickings. I thought I picked 9 but I picked 10.
Today's nine is really three threes. But looking at that horizontally. A row of (not exactly) blues. A row of (not exactly) greens. A row of (not exactly) browns. Nine as a place, a landscape. I think it has a sense of that.
Today I also placed the PLACE-KEEPER back in my top menu bar. I am in the process of updating, weeding out inactive blogs and broken links. I plan to keep the list more current. Adding folks that interact here and keep a blog going on a regular basis. Thanks for your patience while I update.
On Friday. Before the weekend rush. Squeezing in some quiet time.
The sea is about a mile down the road. And a shorter distance if we use the right of way which cuts through the properties of others, including ours. The neighbor below has blocked that path. Such a great guy. Won't miss him a bit. #%!*head.
It used to be different here. Too much money and arrogance rolled in and spoiled the community feeling.
The beach though, is still unharmed, mostly because it isn't a white sand beach with entertainment and food stands and such. It's rocky and raw. And narrow. There is a lot of boat traffic on the weekends but the beach itself remains as it has been for as long as I can remember. With the occasional pile of empty beer cans carelessly left from some secret late night teen gathering.