If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
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.
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