There is a ring of space on this cloth I still call Home. Where the little winged things will gather. Keepers of The Going. Carried by the wind. Today I have begun to detail the first one. Appropriate really since travel plans have been set and soon enough new wings will be tested. We are just going. I have decided to bring this cloth along. Add to it on the move.
So here we go. A few loose ends to tie up, a little packing. As little as possible. I am considering leaving the shop closed for now, having no idea about technology afar and how that might work for me. Or when I might return.
I am giving these little beasts fleshy faces. They shall evolve.
( I plan to continue with Diaries through the end of year, with a few gaps, but I will be talking about that over there, in the coming days)
The character of the cloth is based on layers. The ring quilting moves from the edge back inward. I have again reached the ring of fire. Which is yet to be completed. I find myself with less to say right now. Home is like that. It can be a place to rest when there is not a lot to say. A place to feel whatever it is you feel with out explaining. For a while.
I will continue quietly with this cloth through October. Doing most of my talking over at What if Diaries. The shop, which has been down for a while, will likely open before the month ends.
I am working up a new way to continue my online presence and teaching that fits to less. But I can talk about that later.
It is unusually green here for October. The season waits for my own turning. It feels like that.
So I have begun the other wing of color. Today it is green.
The hoop has become like a temporary basket, to hold my intent and let me stay a while in each circle of holding, gathering. As I work, it as if these gifts from the Piece-makers have flown in again and again, landing here in my lap. It has to be everyday now, this cloth, in my hands. Every day. To build the spirit of a cloth it has to be right there. With you. Today I send love and reassurance to Wendy's kids who wait patiently for the Magic Feather Cloth I call Home.