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It might not be obvious yet, but there are some big wings forming. In a full spectrum sort of way.
This morning, sorting through the basket of magic stitchery, ( it is such a treasure hunt...) there it was, a little home. number 85. Just right. This has to be in the center somewhere. Home is like a center.
This post is part of the Magic Feather Project.
Sometimes. When I feel tired. I get to wondering whether I am just tired of seeing things the same way. So then. I am back to what if I change that? I find new energy in that. Today I found myself seeing dark as light. And then the other way as well. That little thing. It helped.
I am about to release something called What -If. It is a formalisation of my creative experience. It has been quite complex to formulate. It has many levels. I will talk about it first.
These. I call them pair-ings.
They have changed me. Calmed me.
I love how one makes the other useful.
How I could be a part of that.
Moons are like seeds to me. Every one seems to predict the coming of another. And this why I like them. Moons and seeds. They are so much about Going. And the simple beauty in that. Just Going. There is a giving away of Indigo Seeds here, so simply and generously offered. Thank you Joanne.
So the squirrels are having oranges today, the maple leaves are really big, pomegranate, walnut and onions skins have yielded a perfect earthen gold on linen and if you didn't know or weren't sure, Lotta's eco printed journals are worth their weight in gold. I lucked out and got one with some of Velma's paper in it. Really. Perfect. Shockingly beautiful in every way. If you sell what you make it should be like this. Special.
Lotta and Velma are over on my placekeeping page for safe keeping.
A little storm keeper...
...might have a bit of fear running through it.
Around this time of year, I remember my father. He always used to lean over and whisper " hold on to memory". But he meant more than just not forgetting. He explained to me once ( in one of my darkest hours) that to remember was to hold the teachings that experience offers. And to remember without judgement, he said, is what is useful. So often we say never forget in order to hold a grudge or a feeling of guilt or despair. We remember so we can punish or regret or even feel prouder of ourselves than need be. No he said, remember in order to understand... and quietly go on. Appreciate the beauty in that. And I never forgot.
I just had to finish this one for some reason. Quietly talking to myself. This morning. As the sun came up.
Nine Moons, made with a full spectrum of old cloth, and a few little things floating around in space. I wove across the one in the middle.
I like this one. It has been in process for so long. It is sort of simple. Just cloth with a few thoughts thrown in. I like it because there has never been any stress in it.
There are many, many tomatoes slow roasting on the stove. And they smell done.
So yes, they are still coming.
Thank you to these Piecemakers... Ann, Coby, and Cindy.... Sorry it took so long to post these. I have really lost ground since the storm. I didn't realize how much it has all frazzled my brain. I am going to put a bit of a gap in the collecting process here. I will begin gathering feathers and stones again with the New Year. I need to catch my breath. Like a thought, it often goes unnoticed.
You can read about the Magic Feather project here.
A long lost package has arrived, and oh, the old silk log cabin blocks! Thank you so much Sharon, but I have lost your email address ( a storm internet calamity that has to do with a not so smart phone sync with my email which deleted my new contacts) and the return address on the envelope is water damaged and un-readable. Please email me so I can do a cyber hug!
By the way, if anyone sent me an email or even a package or mail, during the storm, I realize I may not have received it. I found this in the gully. Such a long story, let's start over.
Fasting, feathers and fresh air....and maybe a little old cloth... is all I need today. I am , of course, looking at this one as an Eye Of a Storm in a way now. Considering it just about finished. Thinking it would be bigger ( only about 14" square) , but that, even so, it seems larger in the way it is ordered and moving outward. Thinking maybe I will try something like this on a larger scale. Like this but different. Which it how it goes.
I feel back to a balance today. With so much to catch up on. Emails, gathering stones, the magic feather cloth, bills, things. But it's all OK today. A red fox just trotted by the studio , rustling the leaves, hurrying somewhere. I had no camera. Now he is gone. A magnificent red fox. He will stay no doubt...seen him checking out all the fallen trees and debris down the hill.
Friday. Fasting, feathers, fresh air and foxes (a family maybe) then. And a bit of old cloth.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung