Because little things are practice for bigger things and I want to add a ring of these to the big cloth I call Home. To me they are a form of reassurance. And a way to use some of the colors I don't usually use. Jelly Beans are like that.
And it will help me. Move on from some small sadnesses that crept in while I wasn't paying attention. And sharing what helps me might help others.
(For those subscribed to Small Journeys...I will be back to that series after April. I have taken a break to finish the Magic Feather cloth I call home. The big cloth. Which I am focused on this month. I will back track to cover any small journeys taken in the process, including this one.)
The sun will be out. And it will border on comfortable today. We have decided to let the forest move back in on this side of the house. We cut a lot back over the years, to make more space. Space for what (?) is the question now. The wildlife here is running out of wild space. Let this be a sanctuary then.
Just a patch of cold sunlight for this morning... Funny thing, this small journey idea, it has me thinking much smaller. In a new way. Like a short walk in any direction and then a short walk back. Any day can hold newness, Adventure. I almost think small will be bigger than I imagined. It might fill winter with joyous moments. I might have to post more than once a day instead of less than imagined. Better not to project into the future. Things change. Like the weather.
Just paring it down. Looking at the parts of things. (UnDoing is really a kind of Doing she reminds herself.) A kind of less that is more. Considering what you see. This Great Undoing that crept in a while back.... it has been resting. UnDoing takes time. Energy.
And so , as the result of a small journey many small journeys, a new symbol. Still rooted in traditional patchwork. Still square. Time. I am keeping track of all these symbols. They are part of an evolving picture language. A kind of personal puzzle piece system. Because through image, I find words. I know that about myself.
Time, it seems, is loosely at the center of this piece. Which, yes, I spent time stitching on last night. Adding a few stitches and that thing that runs through it. Which at first seemed like wind.
I love that I can say this one is UnDone.
This one is UnDone!
So no longer the year of the Great UnDoing. The time (in my life) of the Great UnDoing. I undid the calendar a long time ago.
Yesterday we took a small journey into Brooklyn to see my son and deliver some packages that accidentally got delivered to my address. He is busy renovating his new place. He managed to land a newly rent stabilized space which he feels might be his the place he calls his own for a long time. It is not easy to afford New York City these days. Here he is from behind on his old Harley. We followed him from his wood shop to the new apartment, just to see. Basically still a pile of plaster and tile etc, he had it gutted and is building it back from scratch. Quite a view of Manhattan.
We drove home in rush hour traffic. The trip that normally would take less than an hour one way lasted 2 and a half hours on the way home. I wonder how we did this every day. I'm so out of practice, I forgot to pack my sewing. And that made it one of the few days in a long time without touching cloth. I will make the boy a cloth for his new place.
PS. I am having terrible problems with Typepad. Can't seem to stay up long enough to post content for Small Journeys. I hate to make a switch which will bring me down for a month or so, but seriously considering it. Keep you posted. I will take a few days and see if things improve.
Warm weather has created an unusual October fairyland. It remains so InBetween.
I woke this morning with warm thoughts. I slept well it seems but I felt awake the whole time. Windows open in October. Storms surely coming to knock some sense into it. Exciting. Tension in the breeze.
I'm unrolling. A kind of stretching I think. It feels so good. Undoing Summer self. Considering Winter self. Cloth Yoga. With nothing more to say about it for now.
I just feel grateful for this cloth landscape unfolding before me. The many Small Journeys ahead. What ever they might be.