New eyes...
I have not put this one down for long in the last days. I was drawn to its unfinished after so long state of being. It has helped to draw from the personal library of symbols I carry with me. It has helped not to try to make it anything but a record of comfort. Using it to talk to myself without words.
Everything is changing, not because we are moving, but because everything is changing. We do not have to go. Maybe, we were thinking, maybe just to refresh the sense of that then. Change. When everything around you changes, it might be easier to sense what is still standing. I feel a calm in me, standing here, there. I think of how many times in my life I have made changes, or mostly NOT, to accommodate the thoughts of others. Maybe my parents, family or friends, teachers, even old selves. I suddenly feel no obligation to anything but chance. And sense.
Eyes. New Eyes give us broader vision. Perspective. There are always new eyes, it takes practice to be ale to manage and use so many. To see without judgement.
I have many decisions to make. Deciding is a kind of sorting, packing. In the spirit of rocking back and forth... tomorrow back to the sea, Sunday back to the mountains. And then again as necessary.
Patchwork in Perspective , the final online sharing series, will continue through the chaos of moving.
Part 1, Thought Catching, posting weekly on Wednesdays, will morph into What if Wednesday over time.
Part 2- Small Cloth/ Puzzle Pieces and Loose Patches is about to begin on July 1. And let's just say it will be what it will be. I will make an introductory post on Friday.
