A finding. One of nature's finest pieces of shibori. A memory of days. A prediction of others.
We are on storm watch here once again. Frankenstorm they are calling it. Hurricane with snow? We will be bringing wood in today. In case. I wonder how many storms she remembers? Faced. Still a bit aloof, but she is keeping her options open for quick shelter. At least it seems that way. I think she has many homes. Developed a skill for that.
I've added a flame to the inner circle of HOME. For extra warmth. More fire inside.
And this magnificent woven piece, because I like its reach. Weaving is a lot like story telling to me. The way it concentrates and focuses the materials available. Strengthens a thread.
Home. It becomes more.
I have been a bit out of balance because of an accidental wipe-out of emails and contacts (and they call it a smart-phone?) , but comments are re-enabled and the shop will reopen soon. If the storm hits, as expected, the power will be down here for a few days, as always. Here on the coast the wind has the upper hand. And that is just the way it is. Keep you posted.
This has made me sad. This. And some recent experiences of my own have shaken my trust a bit. This is a section of a piece I started a while ago. Adapting some shibori techniques I learned in Glennis's class. In attempts to use her teaching to find my own way with it. A patchwork. Because that is what I do. And now just using it to illustrate a new path. Find your own wings folks. Make the world a beautiful place by adding your own story. Don't tear what we give apart. We are all trying to make a living here. But not at someone else's expense. If you need help it is better to ask for it.
Meanwhile we (all of you who get it) , the often shattered, will keep putting the pieces back together, mending the holes, making this internet a web of kindness, because this is what we have learned to do. Good thing.