Sometimes when you look back on days they seem to make sense. But when you are in them they don't. That is just the way it is. I think story is that, the sense of it all. All of a sudden pieces fit. In a flurry they gather to say something.
The heart, where it started, is still a flap. I secured it with a safety pin for now. Forever maybe. It can be undone. Redone. It's a pocket.
I didn't know if I could do it, but I did. I cut through and wove a nine patch in some black silk. A fragment from a scarf from Grandma that she wore when she was mourning. Later she liked it because it warmed her to know it was OK. She told me that. I remembered. She gave it to me without telling me again. And now, like weaving does, it went through. This smokey black nine. Which has given darkness some natural order.
It is very important. This bit of darkness. It will help me complete something. This is when things happen fast. Because it is right.
I have a lot to do today to catch up. I know some folks have signed up for Small Journeys while I was offline and I have lots of emails to read. So let me do all that. This blog will have 2 layers now. After this post. As Small Journeys take hold as a new format. Thank you all for your patience. The new wiring and connection seems worth the investment. Easier going. Somehow, in these crazy days it has become October and I hadn't even noticed.
I have said so much about this cloth. Now it speaks on its own. Carries the story. I've been working on the edge. Wrapping it in the darkness and lightness that might complete something. Like a river of days. Precious days. The magic of going. It is going on so long I have renamed this stitch the Just Going stitch.
It has been a long journey. Maybe the biggest cloth journey I have ever experienced. And I am out of words for now. Just a few stitches left. I follow its lead, giving it what it needs to hold together. To last long. And then. The cloth might continue the story for me. For us. Travel far. The children might add their stories. Happinesses. Sadnesses. Like we have ours. All it can hold. It is a strong cloth. It will hold back. It will endure. Become full and carry the truth. Share that. And all will be well.