I took some pictures of the moon through the trees. And even though I couldn't get the camera setting right, I liked them. Like ragged holes in the sky.
They reminded me of these. Holes in the earth.
Which on this cloth are also holes in the sky.
This morning the cloth we call home was a curtain. Hanging between me and the bright morning sun. Useful. Shielding me. But at the same time filtering through the cloth to help me complete this Ring of Vision.
It is interesting to be mending the cloth with holes. New eyes. Space. Less.
I've had a lot of thoughts about holes over the years.
Have a category for them.
I even collect them.
But on this cloth. Today I am thinking about holes again. How they let the light in. Helps us see through. Like new eyes. Windows. Get through. Escape. Learn. Wonder. What's on the other side? Find shelter. And how they even might make darkness friendly. Make less more.
The birth of space.
Yes I am cutting through the cloth.
Really not cheap. But electrical stuff is scary. Best fix it. He is a neighbor. Best to know people. Easier to get through it in some human way.
Too much going on to learn new video camera settings. It's warm. Maybe plant some stuff.
A sense of winter's departure. A sense of spring's arrival. But more than that the sense that they are the same. A different face of how it might go.
The cloth is now in my lap. The table lays bare. I like looking at it like this. The wholeness of the quiet room, just being quiet. There is a sense of natural order that comes over me. It might just be like this and bring me a sense of usefulness. This is what I thought today.
The magic beans stitched on the one side, easily melt through to the other. Or at least the sense of them. The joy in them. I've taken care to let that happen, now that I know it can. Even though I could sew only through the top layer. Again I enjoy how they might wander through without intention. Even more so. Even more so.
I like that they seem to give the impression of appearing. Or disappearing. That either is ok. I like the feeling of traveling across both sides with out turning the cloth. Knowing that is happening.
(Comments are disabled this week as I talk to myself a bit).
Silly me. I had forgotten the black and white ones. My personal rainbow would not be complete without them.
I am thinking these beans should just meander through the cloth we call Home. On both sides. That I might stitch them without planning where they go. Just go. Starting somewhere on one edge and wander through till I hit another. Not looking at it from a compositional stand point. Not at all.