I was at Mom's yesterday. She needs someone there most of the time now. Although my brother helps a lot, my days are way too full. My back hurts. The house is a mess. I am scattered. Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together. I enjoy the sense that all those little separate bits are still one somehow. That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way. The sun rose warm like a promise this morning. The view is more open through the storm thinned trees. It is almost like some trees fell down to give me a sense of space and a better view of the old sea. I suppose any change is a gift of new vision. It is a December walking day. Now where did I put my shoes?
This one is coming along. I started this way back in whispering hearts and it has finally been tamed a bit. I've been experimenting with ways to control the tension with variations of a Kantha stitch, a good exercise in relaxing all the blue that included linen, silk velvet and silk gauze, all so different in weight and density. All so individual but now working together. The new yellow rays have created some excitement, pushing the blue right off the edge. Fly away blues.
This started as a heart sampler and formed into a circle of hearts. A community. Like the sun, something life sustaining. To balance the Blues. There were 9 hearts, until I cropped the piece, but I can fix that easily enough.