Today, a piece I've been building to help me have a longer view has expanded implications. It's no longer about me, it's about all of us. And I can't help thinking that it's going to take a long time to fill the gaps.
A lot of patches.
Calling all stray selves.
Gather now.
Waste nothing.
Just Looking.
Which always results in Just Thinking.
Gathered greens for class. Or just because.
And some fiddling with an old thread of a drawing.
Which I might rename untangling and becoming green.
Hurray!
I'm gathering for a bit of May Stitching. While competing with the sound of leaf blowers...screaming in harmony.
I am searching for a more quiet life.
For those Ragmates who have joined me, new content in class...
Acorns have been falling.
Mostly encouraged by squirrels.
I've been thinking about my folks. It always comes in between seasons. The two acorns reminded me of them. Together. Through whatever was.
Yes it's been a bit cooler. But this week will be hotter still. And humid. I always remember the late heat that often coincided with going back to school. The hot un-airconditioned classrooms. The difficulty concentrating. How Dad would be home waiting to whisk us off to the beach for a late swim. Like a little bit extra summer vacation.
I stitched a moon cabin. Because I am preparing for my Patchwork in Perspective. I'm looking back fondly at my patched past. Gathering. Documenting. Reconsidering its use to give it wholeness. There's a bit of Mom's wedding dress in there. The silk velvet. Dyed blue like the old sky. She gave it to me and said make something out of it, make it useful. I could have altered it and made it into a dress. But I don't much wear dresses. I like it better like this. Holding the late August moon. For all of us. Part of the bigger basket.
April is warm enough.
I love the back and forth of it. The first greens.
I'll clear away some of the leaves today. The ones that fell during winter. Some hang on a bit longer than expected. And fall with the early spring rains. Just those close to the house will go. To discourage ticks too close for comfort. There is already a warning out here.
There is no need to plant to have a garden in this place we call home for now. Gathering dandelion greens for salad today. And some blooms for the Dyepo(e)t.
The studio needs one more day of straightening. I'll do that later when it gets cooler. Maybe burn some of the twigs from the clean up. Build one of the last fires of the season.
A few things added to the list for keeping with me, travelling companions...
Soul-o,
the dyepo(e)t,
a little dandelion cloth
and the memory of leaves that hang on a little longer than expected.
A list is like a poem sometimes. Might my list grow into one?
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
