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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
Sometimes as early as mid August, leave are on the ground.
With the summer's dryness I expected that. They held on. Maybe the roots reach further. Deeper. Finding some invisible flow.
The rain always brings forth the color. Knocks the dry leaves off the branches. And they have begun to gather along the edge of the brick path outside the door. The curve of that path has become the edge of a basket, in my mind, over the years. It's sunken center has created a soft ridge that catches and holds. A never ending opportunity for sweeping. Nothing like a good sweep.
Everywhere I look I see holding.
Layers of holding. This fine web, holding on, holding rain, holding a fallen leaf, so much, even holding my attention. And for another moment maybe yours.
I glance at the Magic Cloth still hanging on the wall. Still in process. I think about carry. Hold. Carry. Hold has more stillness. Carry holds Going.
I made a test audio to put here. My audio recorder still works fine. I convert my audios into video format to avoid technical issues across the internet. The video software I use and depend on failed again this morning. I'll try again later. But it looks like I need to purchase an upgrade. A bit of a learning curve will certainly follow. So we are set for a slightly slower go for Sun Moon Stars workshop.
9 AM. Well, what a mess. The shop malfunctioned and many folks bought the same items. So now the challenge is to sort it all out. Your money will be returned if your order isn't valid. Not sure what is what yet. Sorry. Shop is closed again for now. Give me 24 hours to sort this out.
Maybe this is a sign.
Excuse me, but SHIT.
10:43 AM. I feel like this leaf. I am holding on.
I have emailed everyone who placed an order. Using your paypal email. Please check that.
The shop is open. All new stuff will be marked coming soon. Feel Free to inquire and we'll do it that way until Big Cartel straightens out the problem.
Or maybe, hey, I don't eat that much. Today there seems to be plenty out there. A little chard. A few eggplants. And lots of tomatoes on the ground. They knock them off while munching the leaves. We can work around that.
And I think I am OK. A little stiff. But OK.
Maybe because I need to be OK. And I really want that.
And most probably, I think, it was just a little twist. And I am in fairly good shape. Worth the effort then.
When you feel better after not feeling good, well, it's like this. I'm grateful. It's hot as hell and I don't care. And there are three more squares than there were yesterday.
Thanks to you all for your kind concern. The comments. The emails. The phone calls. The wishes for healing. I am better today. At least I slept most of the night. It seems a minor sprain coupled with some underlying hip bursitis which is linked to the arthritis thread that runs in the family, on Mom's side. Moving has been a high priority this year because of that. I believe this (just moving) has better prepared me to recover from injury. I am out of the bed. With help, since getting up is the hardest part. My target is to be up and around as soon as possible. I've chosen to swim in the old cold sea (that glorious liquid basket) for medicine. Float. And then wallow in a hot shower. Rock between these things. In my mind I picture the pain radiating outward. And away like ripples in water. I visualize these things and it helps direct my energy.
It's sort of like planets aligning. The power in even imagining that.
Nine for almost aligned. Stitched very slowly during intervals of sleeplessness. In a chair, propped up by pillows. Aching. Grateful for all these little pre-prepared squares that save me over and over.