Trying to sort things out in my mind. Sorting. The time of year I guess. No luck today really. Got a bit of stitching done. I'll talk about that tomorrow at Diaries. Not today. Today, well, just gonna sit and stare and try to figure out why I feel so confused. Perhaps holidays without Mom will be confusing for a while.
The year is winding down. December will be a month of undoing a few things, sorting in a way. I am changing my shop situation, said that before, finally getting to it. Classes are still "on sale" till tomorrow. Hoping to get a few more pieces done but who knows really. Just here, sorting it all out. My merchant mind is in hibernation. Booking flights to elsewhere, having thoughts about small journeys.Just here, warm, unsorted. Scraps of self in a heap. Sometimes the natural order of things is like that.
I'll gather myself under the cloth I call Home and rest a bit.
I decided to call this one Lost Moon Like a Basket. Continued from here. Because that is how it went. How it holds scraps of self. Of course now it is found but the lost part is a more important part of the story here. It was lost once before, the center section being an old what if from years ago. I kind of forget sometimes how lost and found is such a natural order , a balancing act, when it comes to creative thought. How it might rock you. Become a form in itself, taking the shape of persistence.
This cloth is rather small. 8 inches by 14" about, including the fringe. But is seems bigger to me somehow. It has had a long life.
And here it is, another day. And I could add a bit more to it. But I won't. It's ok.
I look again today. Begin again I want to think. Whatever that might mean. I suppose as I age, I allow myself to consider Just Going to include or even mean Just Letting Go. And in this way I might redefine Magic again as appearing and disappearing, not magic wands and make believe, but mastering change in some real way. Embracing the beauty and sense of that. I keep needing to clarify that. So as not to be misunderstood.
I look again. Consider image. Consider words. Consider self, consider love, consider change. Change is never sudden, I say to myself, I was probably just not paying attention.
I stitched a bit of patchwork this morning. Just patchwork.
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And for a moment this morning, life seemed like a doodle.
Before I travel, I am going to hang all the small pieces and studies in process on the walls, which have been resting blankly. I began this morning. Just to get a look. Because they are piling up. I need a broad view. Visibility. I think I will have enough wall space. All the while I will be continuing to sort through cloth. Hoping for a few baskets full besides the open studio shelves . If it is just one thing I learned form all this lessening it is No More Piles. No more storing, saving, hiding. More looking.