My littler hand.
Found while cleaning out my parent's house. Which has been sold.
My brother and his husband, who have called it home for a bit, are relocating upstate.
The plaster broke, but ironically the cloth it is glued to holds it together.
The puzzle is how it might happen.
That's mighty big.
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I have a new symbol. It's a map of how it might happen when it comes to nine.
I'll call it the ninth star.
The thread nest needed tending.
I extracted some clips from a video I shot while sorting and undoing a tangle of thread and scrap because when I watched it and realized the sound was off and the focus was unadjusted, and well, I thought, this is boring but then I thought, not really...this is just how the day would be going if I was not explaining why or worrying and actually it was like this. A nice quiet day undoing a tangle and looking out the window now and then. With a friend.
So real-time...without explanation.
Except the loose interpretation of a rainbow.
Company coming, gotta go.
Yesterday was cold.
I did a lot of the quilting on the earth side of home.
The rings of stitching needed to hold the silk from sliding.
I stitched and stitched.
Well into the dark hours. At one point I was stitching in the dark. Feeling my way.
Fingers become eyes in the dark.
Right?
I just let it go. It flowed from me. Made me lighter.
My thumb joint needed a bit of Arnica rub before bed. Today will be warmer but not much. They say.
But who knows?
Just paring it down. Looking at the parts of things. (UnDoing is really a kind of Doing she reminds herself.) A kind of less that is more. Considering what you see. This Great Undoing that crept in a while back.... it has been resting. UnDoing takes time. Energy.
And so , as the result of a small journey many small journeys, a new symbol. Still rooted in traditional patchwork. Still square. Time. I am keeping track of all these symbols. They are part of an evolving picture language. A kind of personal puzzle piece system. Because through image, I find words. I know that about myself.
Time, it seems, is loosely at the center of this piece. Which, yes, I spent time stitching on last night. Adding a few stitches and that thing that runs through it. Which at first seemed like wind.
I love that I can say this one is UnDone.
This one is UnDone!
So no longer the year of the Great UnDoing. The time (in my life) of the Great UnDoing. I undid the calendar a long time ago.
After all this time
Is it time?
A Small Journey for Peace.
Nine Times at Least
Free your * my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
Free my mind from hate.
(* Note to self: Don't preach, be an example)
Make cloth not war.
I got up before the sun to stitch on this cloth we call Home.
Then I watched the sunrise through my old fingers.
We've no real plans for today.
Tomorrow I will be reaching out to all you considerers of weave. And then, well, a bit of wandering off.
I have posted about Wendy's work before. It was Wendy Golden-Levitt and her work with children, and really the children themselves that inspired me to begin the Magic Feather Project. For some time leading up to it all, cloths were sent by myself and others, to that place where the children heal. Magic seemed to happen. I, along with other makers, received this thank you note, in the form of a book. I have spent much time quietly looking, reading, imagining quiet voices and hands and cloth. And heart. Listening to the wisdom in the healing words of these children. (The honesty might bring you to your knees) Holding it all, wondering what to say. I have no words really. What could I say that could add to this? Instead I have been stitching it all into the cloth I call Home which will soon fly away, carrying love and hope from around the globe, to be part of this beautiful process.
Some old posts here, here and here, if you missed them. And the links to Hand Eye Magazine, sorry, that place has become a bit too weird for me lately. Or should I say slick, not much like the home it was at all, still Wendy's article is great...Real. Like this gift. If you would like to contact Wendy to find out more about her work or anything else, I can share her email with you.
To Wendy and all you Beautiful Children, my pockets are full. My heart overflows.
Housebound. Sick as dogs over here.
But hey, even though it will snow tomorrow, the sun is out today
and we've a bit of in house entertainment.
Ok. Lighten up I say to myself. Ok.
Undo the gloom.
All you need is love.
So this one. it's done, or as the fringe implies it actually keeps going. The naming evolved into Becoming Comfortable with Questions. or Just Considering I guess. That word Just is just something really. It pairs things down. Simplifies them. I have opened the shop and my existing work on your own classes are once again available. I will be adding a couple more in February. The work on your own kind. What if Diaries #2 has been put on hold for now ( yet renamed Just Considering Weave). My online class format and selling situation are changing. Expect some news about that soon.
I've eased into the year with new calm. And I have undone the jewelry. Just a little Un- Doing to start a ball rolling.
Soul-o is practicing being invisible while out in the open. I think we are in transition.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung