There is a bit of stitching to go on this one, but really it is close to finished. I suppose I am thinking how sharing a common sense of things helps us get through. I think the center section initiated that sense here. The beautiful space that opened up between moments. It reassures me of the beauty in that. It's a bridge.
Direct link to today's What if Diaries entry where my current focus is Three. .
Halloween cloth is still in process and the air is fresh and clear, a little woodsmoke wafting through it. Today is my last post for a while until I find my way back. There will also be a short gap over at Diaries (direct link to today's entry) .
Undoings are the same as Doings I thought to myself today.
Edges are blurring. After tomorrow, I will not be posting here for at least 2 weeks. The shop is open and all work on your own classes are on sale through the end of November if you use the discount code PEACE. No new work has been added. Later. Or Whenever.
Thoughts about traveling. About going. About how that is that we go. Here, There.
When Mom was ill, I took many photos. Images were so important to me. To record. I wanted to be able to relive moments without the context of expectation. Then, after she left, I looked and thought, I can't publish these. She wouldn't want that. I put them away. Not even wanting to look anymore. Today I share this one. Mom, looking for something in the pantry closet. She shortly after forgot what she was looking for. We put a little LED lamp in there for her. She could hardly see. When I first took the photo, well, it spooked me. Now some things hauntingly beautiful have caught me.
The light. Its coldness. Her, walking into it.
Her hair, distorted by laying down so much . Arranged as if a big wind blew in behind her, pushing her forward.
The door. Open. The writings inside record the heights of children through the years. Lines drawn and dated. Names. Us. Me, My 2 brothers. Then my son, my nephews. So many marks. There. To keep her from falling backward.
Her. There. In between. Held between past and future. Present. How going has a sense of that.
The familiarity. The place. Mom. The journey story.