It was close to impossible to use all the feathers and stones received... in the cloth we call Home. Without compromising it's sense of space. And the space is important.
So there are a couple of smaller cloths being put together that work with the main cloth.
One, which I began today. Path.
For small journeys.
I will be a long cloth. Narrow. But wide enough to balance on. Long enough to follow. Covered with stepping stones. It might be a bridge. Or a secret way. A way through. A way back. Who knows. It might just be a direction . To go.
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.