Here we are.
Right here, a not so cold (so far) November.
Feeling grateful for so many things.
Looking forward to the longer view as leaves fall.
This season brings, again, new eyes.
Story takes time to tell. Maybe we might all find quiet kindness, resting in places in between the words, sharing what moved/moves though us, while imagining new possibilities for how it all might happen.
Let it be a soft day.
It will rain till Monday. The studio is closed from the cold. Amazing, May and cold. Not that cold but cold enough.
I will continue the hanging ceremony. This is good. I am rereading the blog at the same time. Uncovering old stories that go with old cloths. Imagine if I left them here. Out of context they become just like rags.
All the large cloths are off the walls.
All the small things still in process are being unrolled and tacked up.
We will be on the road in June. Looking. Deciding. Dreaming new dreams.
Soul-o will go stay with my brother upstate.
I want to finish and release all small work (too small to be a blanket). Except the Sanity Series.
Sometimes finished simply means OK, enough. Nothing more.
I just started. I am creating a showing (which I think is a kind of ceremony)of my unfinished work, for myself. I might have enough for all the walls. And then I will look. And say to myself. OK. Enough. And move on.
In early Fall we will leave for Turkey. To look and decide. I will take a large cloth with me. To stitch on.
This seems how it will be . Today.
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