Solstice came like a crack in winter. Warm rain. Windows open. The year winds up with many questions. Like cracks in my mind. Spaces that have not yet become places but possibilities all the same. Off to wander in a warm December rain with a list of questions a mile long. Thank you for your loving travelling companionship.
See you next year...jude
PS - Fringe has evolved into my personal symbol for continuing, aka Just Going.
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) .
The once named Magic Feather Coat, also known as Without End hangs there.
A small tear along the neckband needs attention. I am admiring its staying power just a little longer. I have decided to alter this garment a bit. Well, a lot. Let it become a curtain, maybe, or a blanket. Let it be more useful. I have too many robes.
The less I have, the less I need. (she thought to herself, finding the time to jot that down) Perhaps simplicity is all about transformation, the clarity in that. Perhaps transformation is simply making do. A form of recycling, re-self-ing, sympathetic evolution? Becoming what you need to. How is it we come to need more while celebrating less. In these years of the revival of mending and celebrating making do, it seems it has all become about art, business and money and not at all about what it is.
An unspeakable sadness washed over me while walking yesterday. Not the kind that poisons you, but the kind that enriches. Something quite clear but without words. It will stay like that I suppose, until it becomes something utter-able. Until then I will just try to keep wandering off. Walking about. Let my journey become itself. ( TYiBO 2013 j.a.h )
Saskia has been living her life and also letting her work become quite simple with a deepening sense of quiet and confidence I can clearly admire. She shares her work over at Diaries but also on her blog. I really like this. If you stop by, please do, say hi for me.
I continue and continue to stitch to connect all the pieces on the Magic Feather Cloth I still call Home. Now, without much thought actually, I wander across it's vastness, mending gaps and loose ends. A million small journeys. Not worrying what meets where. Because it is all fitting together some how. Who would have imagined? We did. A dream is kept safe in the imagination I guess. The how might never be an obstacle if the sense of it is close by.
This is an old drawing. I once looked at it as silly.
It seems quite profound to me today.
Mom used to say It will all work out. Wait. I think I get it now.