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.
Imagine. The air is like soup.
But it's in your lungs.
I love taking pictures like this lately. I have a little lamp behind me in the cool of early morning before sunrise. It's the shadow of the phone camera. It happened by accident a few time and then it became a component. I look at this and think this might be an idea (?) for dyeing or piecing. This light and dark effect.
For now we'll lay low and keep cool.
Nap.
Hey Look. I'm up early. Some napping (learned from a master)and so grateful for an almost full night's sleep with no pain.
My son is visiting, recently returned from various adventures in far off lands and not so far off lands. Fixing the shocks on his wheels and hanging out.
So after concentrating on the concept of Human Limitation yesterday... framing that thought...
...my frame of mind has switched back to imagining a house with a roof where the sky gets in.
My ankle is healing nicely. I will be very careful about keeping it that way. For now I have two gentle servants to sweeten the path.
I think I have caught up on the Feel Free password requests. And emails. If you feel I have missed your communications in the past weeks. Try again. I'm back. Computer at my side.
I am still planning the last hurrah online class thingie. I'm fiddling in my head with a new format. If you signed up to follow me on Feel Free you will receive the Newsletter about that by the end of Summer. The timing is set for later in the year as I will be swamped with things to do as soon as I am up and around.
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.
There was a thought.
Maybe the mending stars (yesterday)will help me expand the Endless Wishing Cloth.
I made more space.
I placed the other little long (path) cloth there, the Liquid Place, for a moment... like I do, to remind myself of the bigger puzzle. And I thought about thought. Like I do. How a thought is a dream until acted on. And I jotted down a note. Like I do.
My brother is moving this week and I'll be visiting him and the house where I grew up one more time before it is transformed into something unrecognizable by a builder. I'll never go back. I'll need some space. To dream. Like I do. And then go forward. Like we do.
...always time to wonder...
Good thing a picture is worth a thousand words.
Sunrise.
Two fires burning.
It's 28 degrees this Spring morning.
And the birds remind me to sing about it.
After I stopped complaining I found myself imagining. How many ways to color a sunrise.
Imagining, stitching and even saying, they are like spontaneous singing to me.
Poof. The snow disappeared.
Another morning, near 60 degrees. By this evening, another deep freeze. It's amazing that sometimes science is used as a near antonym for magic. To me they are nearly the same. More about that another day.
Meanwhile I love this picture taken this morning. A lighted window in the distance. The stories it might conjure. Imagine.
We are low on wood, but not onion skins. The doors close on the studio today. Last minute cleaning. Last cloths from the Dye Po(e)t. I see strays everywhere.
I'm not exactly sure where the green came from but that old copper pot has secrets which become apparent over time.
We want to need to relocate. Eventually.
I've been confused.
I could spend a lot of time talking about that. But Nah.
I made a video this morning. While straightening up. I didn't bother to get the tripod. It's a bit shaky but it seemed more important to get the thoughts out. Worrying about presentation can dilute my intentions of catching my thoughts. I find that more and more (that presentation is more involved in catching the thoughts of others). So just this...
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung