is really about s p a c e
This was the cloth on the table. Yesterday.
I looked at it all day yesterday.
And I am still looking.
This one spanned 3 classes. And with each one it expanded. After I looked at it some more.
I tried to add a category for Reach. But Typepad wouldn't let me. Anyway, it is about that.
I'll try again tomorrow.
Or maybe I will go plant a tree.
makes me want even less stuff
and more space.
Why does more space translate to more time?
It has that effect on me.
I will stitch a lot this week. Lighten the load of the poor thread-bearer by using up what I have.
I sat in the middle, and pulled the cloth toward me, around me. As if to make a nest, A bowl to hold me. Just to see if the cloth could gather. If the feel was right. It feels right. Today I will stitch on the center. Secure it a bit more. Give it substance. A special energy space. Like the eye of a storm. I suppose if you could find a safe place in a storm, yet be right in it, close enough to touch it you might be able to understand it. Respect it. Ride it. Love it even.
This post is one of many that follows The Magic Feather Project.
I am focused on one corner of this piece... a place where tradition has collided with some outside force. A newness. It is a meeting place that helps define both parts in terms of change, redefinition. I think about this a lot. How things seem to collide yet actually move though one another. Occupying the same space. It has occurred to me lately that redefinition might be a lot less about identifying difference and a lot more about recognizing and absorbing the consciousness of oneness.
I am on my way back home.
Thin Linen.
You almost need two layers to see it. I could spend a lifetime looking at the world through this cloth.
Yes.
This cloth will have a story unfolding. Right now it is up my sleeve.
Speaking of thinness...
There seems to be a very thin line that separates us. No match for the tendency for hearts to pull together over time. This gives me hope.
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