Fear,(last mentioned here), also known as Whatever, the cloth I stitched as Mom left, was hanging on the wall here. I sat with it for a while. Stitched a bit but really I can't work on it anymore. Time to let it go I said.
It was the safety pin I stitched in sitting here. And the ties I added are all secured with safety pins. Because I think I feel safe from this fear. I don't need it any more. I'll let the cloth carry that I thought. I considered then, putting it in the shop. Considered then again, keeping it.
I considered the material thing, the cloth, the art. Always seem to be considering that these days.
No. It's not about that. None of it, but Especially this cloth.
I've tied it to the tree that grows way to close to the house. The kind of tree that everyone cuts down around here. For fear it might fall . In a big storm. Here it might weather the storm, like I did, because this cloth is not about the thing, the art, money or fame, or even attribution or appreciation. It is simply about The Days. However they might happen. Whatever form they bring. And this is how I will let Fear go.
The wind is picking up, maybe a bit more string. Then again, I wonder if it can fly?
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Letting fear go
Fear,(last mentioned here), also known as Whatever, the cloth I stitched as Mom left, was hanging on the wall here. I sat with it for a while. Stitched a bit but really I can't work on it anymore. Time to let it go I said.
It was the safety pin I stitched in sitting here. And the ties I added are all secured with safety pins. Because I think I feel safe from this fear. I don't need it any more. I'll let the cloth carry that I thought. I considered then, putting it in the shop. Considered then again, keeping it.
I considered the material thing, the cloth, the art. Always seem to be considering that these days.
No. It's not about that. None of it, but Especially this cloth.
I've tied it to the tree that grows way to close to the house. The kind of tree that everyone cuts down around here. For fear it might fall . In a big storm. Here it might weather the storm, like I did, because this cloth is not about the thing, the art, money or fame, or even attribution or appreciation. It is simply about The Days. However they might happen. Whatever form they bring. And this is how I will let Fear go.
The wind is picking up, maybe a bit more string. Then again, I wonder if it can fly?
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