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I'm going to sit with this one for a few days. I am adding many tiny black running raining stitches, to darken the outer space. A field of tiny stitches can be a like a color wash. This one, which started out as No Eye-dea, became Everything will Change and evolved into Moving Through..., might be all those things. Perhaps rearranged:
Moving Through No Eye-Dea to Know Everything as Change
I need to finish this one quietly before I continue with anything else. I feel confused. A little needle chanting without words usually clears that up.
As winter moves in, my thoughts brew differently. More indoor time and I am really in IT, that thing that holds my focus, I keep going all day and even all night , in my head. So it is easier for me to post in Diary Format, that is, create a daily post and add to it during the day. These changes are not delivered by the email subscription service for this blog. Because they are edits to the original post which is delivered only once. That being said, I still need to do it that way. Creating more than one post a day is ridiculous. So when I get into this continuous mode, I will make a note at the end of the post. So you know to check back for the whole story. If you care about that.
Post office. Preparing the house and yard for winter.
Many blurry pictures lately. Maybe from all the going.
I looked at this and many thoughts surfaced. Questions maybe. About the blur, the softened,ragged edge of image. And clarity.
Isn't blur a just another kind of vision really? Depending on what we focus on? How we choose to look at it? I somehow got caught up in that. The blur of moving through when we are not in the flow itself. The blur of what moves through us if we aren't in that either.
Anyway. I finished autumn eyes. I think I was influenced by thinking about space as something that might invite a kind of turbulence. Wind. Something indeed began to blow through. The points and protrusions are like pointers for that. Vision is growing and going in sympathy with that motion. No blur or confusion here. Just change.
I like how the center piece became like a small flying carpet. A place to ride it out. The storm of change. And the eyes are like stars. And the magic ring, is like a circle game.
Considering SunMoonStars and all that might include will help me finish many things. Clear some space for more going.
As I get older I worry about not feeling well. My mind runs away with me, imagining what it might be instead of what it is.
But no doctor. Old Sea. Old sea speaks to me.
And apple cider vinegar and honey in a bottle of water. Mom's cure all. Day 2.
Two little girls on the beach yesterday. Hours spent catching little fish in their net. Putting them in a bucket. And finally throwing them back. I sat and watched for a long time as it seemed they caught me in many memories from my own childhood. As the sound of the waves seemed to wash my worries away. I floated. I stitched.
House of Stray. I called it that a while back. I am still calling that. It is about safety. Relationship. The freedom to choose Way.
By sundown I felt better. I slept. Here I am. Feeling good.
Still working at finishing up what is here. Because after a while there is no room for new ideas.
But sometimes when I pick up an old idea,it feels new again. And that's good enough.
Working my way around the edge. It's bigger than I remember.
There was a bit of a stomach thing. Yesterday. I rested a lot.
I've walked through the garden. That's all.
It is turning. The beginnings of that.
Cooler nights first. And yesterday it did not reach 80.
I didn't do anything in the garden. I just passed through slowly.
Just there. Just like that. On one of the Butterfly Milkweed pods. It took two years but it is well established now. So I researched red bugs on Milkweed pods. And that is them. Milkweed Bugs. They were still right there this morning. They must like it there. They say it's ok. They just show up for short while. They reduce the number of seeds for next year. Some folks spray. Some folks consider it population control. For MilkWEED. In any case I stopped at considering it a touch of Red. For now. We'll see.
A touch of Red is always nice with green.
I just uncovered this. Nine for Growth. Part of the Nine Forever Series. Which was something more formal but now it isn't. From the post here, which was from Small Journeys (one of the free classes in the sidebar) here, and then here.
There are so many ways to do that. Cloth through cloth. Try it.
I think I might put a few Milkweed Bugs on this one and call it done enough. Nine for Growth. Or Staring Growth in the Face and Seeing it Look Back. Sometimes things keep growing without you. It might do that. It contains that. The going. Despite a few bugs.