Still stitching here. On this very liquid wishing star.
Notes to self:
What's the hurry really? Feel Free. Take time. Time to step back and consider. Consider how to fit things into a life. Considering IS doing. A gentle kind of doing but at the same time an undoing of knotted self. Learn to accept that. Don't wish for the finish line. Especially getting there first. Wish freely. Let it be a kind of gathering. Fill your basket with possibility. Possibility is always free. Free falling in between.
I'd like to do a little video today, maybe later if I have time. Talk in detail about this one. And maybe talk a bit more about how Feel Free is shaping up. Or maybe tomorrow? Video takes time. We'll see.
One corner of the wedding quilt. Last night. The cloth folded and placed before the fire. For tending the fire. To kneel on when keeping the flames going. Old knees.
The old star holding the reflection of the flame. That is what I noticed early this morning. How the warmth dyed the cloth. For a moment. It was quite beautiful. And I became friends with winter again.
Sun again but not for long, so enjoyed it today. From inside though, because the Man has caught a cold and I am the soup-maker. Odds are I will catch it too. As close as we are to one another at all times these days, living small in December.
I lined a few stars up today. The sun is a star.
Stitching planned for tomorrow maybe.
The moon was invisible last night with all the rain, but still it kept us all awake. It was a nap day. All around.
December just showed up as if out of nowhere. I am almost surprised by time's passing today.
There was a lot of quiet stitching and conversation over the weekend. Some fresh air. And not a lot of overeating. A little wine, but I think I am outgrowing that. I am trying to listen to my body more. I need all the energy it has to give at this point.
And with these thoughts I have started to consider the difference between Just Going and Not Just Going and how they both have their place in how season passes.
I am actually tired today because I was on night time fire duty these past days. Awake but slower. Foggy but still in a way clearer about a lot of things.
A whole year has past since I was focused on stars. This was still in the basket and I just kept going with it. Because scraps (of self) are like stars, there are a million of them here by my side at all times. A lot of times the wishes I wish upon them come true. I like the simple exercise of lining them up. Like time travel.
So after two cups of coffee and a bowl of fruit, the fog has lifted and I am on a journey filled with little long cloths for December.
A few days a go I really felt like I ruined this one. Today, though, I am not so sure. Maybe there was just a storm brewing. And well, I'll make the best if it. It's better to wait a bit. Sometimes it takes a while for new eyes to adjust.