we grabbed the chance to catch a few of the last warm days by the shore. the open space allowed me to unwind a bit. i felt relief in the emptiness as i noticed the gentle arc of the beach stretching out in the distance.
as the tide came in i watched a large circle of sand become surrounded by sea and form a line on my horizon. later i saw it become a circle once again. i started thinking about unwinding. how wound up in our little worlds we become. and then the about the dot, how that can represent some sort of compression and concentration. how depression is like compression. how round and round in such a small space can create a kind of darkness. how good it is to stretch out once in a while.
i returned to long cloth with the idea of how things happen. something tight and compressed when rolled, but still something hollow in the center. something to be unfurled for easier viewing. something round but then linear like a time line. something unrolled that seems a straight path but is only then a tiny piece of an arc which is part of another circle too big to see. something bigger than me obviously.
...and speaking of unwinding, i feel like i have been offered a red carpet after reading the wonderful review over at MrXStitch. how about that for a welcome back? thank you arlee.
