Sometimes when you look back on days they seem to make sense. But when you are in them they don't. That is just the way it is. I think story is that, the sense of it all. All of a sudden pieces fit. In a flurry they gather to say something.
The heart, where it started, is still a flap. I secured it with a safety pin for now. Forever maybe. It can be undone. Redone. It's a pocket.
I didn't know if I could do it, but I did. I cut through and wove a nine patch in some black silk. A fragment from a scarf from Grandma that she wore when she was mourning. Later she liked it because it warmed her to know it was OK. She told me that. I remembered. She gave it to me without telling me again. And now, like weaving does, it went through. This smokey black nine. Which has given darkness some natural order.
It is very important. This bit of darkness. It will help me complete something. This is when things happen fast. Because it is right.
I have a lot to do today to catch up. I know some folks have signed up for Small Journeys while I was offline and I have lots of emails to read. So let me do all that. This blog will have 2 layers now. After this post. As Small Journeys take hold as a new format. Thank you all for your patience. The new wiring and connection seems worth the investment. Easier going. Somehow, in these crazy days it has become October and I hadn't even noticed.
One layer of face. jude hill. 2014. while considering weave
Yesterday I made my last entry for Considering Weave. I thank you all, those who joined me in this personal journey. I have come away fulfilled and more sure of my way. I have removed the icon link from my sidebar here, so if you need access to the materials please use the student links page which can be found in the top menu bar. The forum closes in November. The Diary remains for as long as you need.
And here I am again,
...about to begin a new chapter in Just Going. A new form of quiet sharing. Slow. Small. A year of talking to myself. A new form of conversation. Comments closed. Heart open. Just a closer look. An experiment in the sense of conversation. Here, there and behind the scenes. Maybe just a cry for peace in my own way. To see how that might be for me and you.
So with the SHIFT on the 23rd, begins a year of Small Journeys. And an effort to present a clearer picture. More details. For those who would look closer. Listen longer. Without aspiration or pats on the back. Not asking much in return, just your support (thank you) in trying to make the world a better place through giving. Trust(is there an app for that?). For my art, I have realized, is destined to be nothing more really. No wordy mission statements, websites, exhibitions, claims or glory. For (almost) free. Just the art of sharing. Because you can't take it with you and I am no spring chicken.
Sometimes you just have to look yourself in the eye and say that's just who I am. And be done with all the bother.
With this effort, I believe this blog, my classes, What If and my story will become one. Less. And less will become more.
Taking a few days now to finish the cloth we call Home.