I need to be away for a few days. With Mom. I have my sidewalk cloth , a little something that formed over at Diaries. A new path I seem to be on. To honor the time-worn ones.
I am looking forward. And back. Hanging out in between. Funny how that place between the two is always a new place.
See you later...
This morning, as I finally returned to another clearer sense of something, before coffee and the day's path to paying bills, I read this post. Recalling where I began on the journey into gift giving... remembering the feeling of being free from the stress of making a living. The day job days when the stress was simply dealing with assholes (mostly) . So today, I would like to give this away. What if I do that? And start the New Year right. With the fear of nothing. This piece is 14" square and stitched from scraps of self with a sense of tradition that whispers though me on a regular basis. It contains the longing to keep things close along with the urge to let go. It feels quite safe to hold it.
Sometimes, in cyber-space, the easiest way to get everyone together is simply names in a hat.
And the hat is FULL!
Later...
What started out as a simple sampler over at 101 changed into a bit of Halloween cloth, and now has morphed into something I want to call Politics as Usual. In Sympathy with the human season perhaps. The idea of the mask is a lot scarier in real life. This cloth cannot heal, but it might be a good reminder. And that would make it more useful than just a little holiday cloth.
Sleep came. And this morning, a sense of order has taken hold. The natural order of nine has come to the little Earth Kantha, a study for a larger cloth. A new logic has been planted , this little cloth is its safe-keeper...and I know something will grow . Strong and healthy. Food for my soul.
I'll be wordless for a while.
A busy time while a few things fall into place.
I'm in the blue. Under the gentle guidance of the The Blue Fairy. Learning to layer the blues. I have 3 types of vats going.
And as always, my samples are gathering in groups of nine. Continuing my thoughts from way back here. Color keepers. The green was dyed over pomegranate.
And this is a beautiful post.
