I sat in the middle, and pulled the cloth toward me, around me. As if to make a nest, A bowl to hold me. Just to see if the cloth could gather. If the feel was right. It feels right. Today I will stitch on the center. Secure it a bit more. Give it substance. A special energy space. Like the eye of a storm. I suppose if you could find a safe place in a storm, yet be right in it, close enough to touch it you might be able to understand it. Respect it. Ride it. Love it even.
I have been at Mom's for a few days. This will be a schedule for a few weeks as my brother takes care of some business. As the month winds down, I am focused again on simplifying. Life has become overly complicated. A never ending battle to sort though what is important. I have cut Facebook out of the picture. My page is still there but I will not really be posting anything. I want to be less thin. I will let the cloth be that instead. Facebook has broad reach, it helped me make new friends. And maybe it tempts me with more attention. But I have to stay here now. Be who I am where I am. One home on the internet is enough, when I have to be more place at once in real life. I suppose real friends might follow wherever you go. We'll see. Most of the folks I consider close come here anyway.
Focusing on White at Diaries has helped me. Not so much as a color but as quiet place to consider. Consider with others. Some great work going on over there. Some great struggling as well. I hope to share some "white work" from the series as time goes on.
Today I dipped some thread in a dormant vat , the weather has warmed up and lo and behold, there was still some blue. In some new refreshed way, I am ready to focus on color now. Segment two of Diaries. But White will linger. I know.
Mom is better. But not well. Never will be really. I face that with renewed clarity. Trying. Being right there makes that unavoidable. Everything we pass though seems to rub off.