Undoings are the same as Doings I thought to myself today.
Edges are blurring. After tomorrow, I will not be posting here for at least 2 weeks. The shop is open and all work on your own classes are on sale through the end of November if you use the discount code PEACE. No new work has been added. Later. Or Whenever.
Thoughts about traveling. About going. About how that is that we go. Here, There.
When Mom was ill, I took many photos. Images were so important to me. To record. I wanted to be able to relive moments without the context of expectation. Then, after she left, I looked and thought, I can't publish these. She wouldn't want that. I put them away. Not even wanting to look anymore. Today I share this one. Mom, looking for something in the pantry closet. She shortly after forgot what she was looking for. We put a little LED lamp in there for her. She could hardly see. When I first took the photo, well, it spooked me. Now some things hauntingly beautiful have caught me.
The light. Its coldness. Her, walking into it.
Her hair, distorted by laying down so much . Arranged as if a big wind blew in behind her, pushing her forward.
The door. Open. The writings inside record the heights of children through the years. Lines drawn and dated. Names. Us. Me, My 2 brothers. Then my son, my nephews. So many marks. There. To keep her from falling backward.
Her. There. In between. Held between past and future. Present. How going has a sense of that.
The familiarity. The place. Mom. The journey story.
I continue and continue to stitch to connect all the pieces on the Magic Feather Cloth I still call Home. Now, without much thought actually, I wander across it's vastness, mending gaps and loose ends. A million small journeys. Not worrying what meets where. Because it is all fitting together some how. Who would have imagined? We did. A dream is kept safe in the imagination I guess. The how might never be an obstacle if the sense of it is close by.
This is an old drawing. I once looked at it as silly.
It seems quite profound to me today.
Mom used to say It will all work out. Wait. I think I get it now.