The sense of that something, I said to myself this morning.
Maybe not just because it's way warm for February.
Because, I know, Joy wells up in me. I am very lucky that way.
I cultivate it. Getting better at that every day. After a while it becomes second nature. To root out the sparks of it. Knowing how just a little spark can start a fire.
There are a lot of little bits of things on the wall. So many they have begun to overlap. I do believe this is how it all began for me. The cloth joy. Just little things.
The cabin blocks have reignited the fire from a simpler time. Many stories have come back to me, lifting my trust in human nature. It is like the smell of damp earth that was there on the warm breeze yesterday. As I undid the rest of the garden. Making the place back into a deer run. Hoping that when we leave they might still have a path through.
The new Star Cabin Block is holding a special silk scrap from Richard Carbin. I grabbed a bit of silk and indigo from his shop a while back, since he's right there in Japan. Richard and Glennis put together a mandala class way back. I haven't quite mastered the technique yet, ha! Anyway, he included this scrap that he dyed. A scrap of Richard Self. It has a few holes in it, a great fragment (he knew I would love it) and it holds up just fine. I think I found a fine use for this little gift. A Star Carbin block?
I'm rebuilding the resource list form PlaceKeeper, and I will put it here in the sidebar of the main blog page. In a day or so.
Joy to all of you on this fine day. Hoping you find something small to make you smile. And pass it along before it fades.
Note to self: these cabin blocks with the sun and the moon and the stars, they have become log cabins with windows.
