On the wall for a while longer.
And now, not. Ready to stitch/quilt the edge. On the Big Round Table, in the room that was named for the Big Round Table. This cloth would make an awesome table covering. But it is a blanket. What if it could be both?
Anyway, it begins.
23. 23 degrees.
First glance out the window and my thought was, it's true, the aliens have landed. Or maybe they are leaving. In any case these are strange days.
I missed yesterday's train . Of thought.
I added a layer of drawing over Holding Pattern. I talked to myself.
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I did more drawing. Thoughts for quilting/securing the space around the pattern. Which is a kind of basket. Self.
The question, not so much about pattern but the visibility. Darker thread? Or lighter thread? And will visibility disturb the space? Maybe just walking stitch or ? a more textured thing? I will talk to myself again.
Holding Pattern. All quilted except for the border.
In looking at it on the wall, I realize the edge is a bigger part of the whole than I had a sense of. This is something worth considering. How we perceive edge. And then...will I complete this gift by year's end? Maybe it doesn't matter.
84" square-ish. Big.
The stitching is intense. Rows, close together. Rippling. Feels good. A little video over on Instagram because, honestly. it's easier. I seem to need a bit of easier lately.
I rescued a little roof moss that fell to the deck. I made a tiny terrarium. To hold green.
We've been maneuvering through big wind , power glitches and tornado watches. Now just cold. And then of course, the virus has returned to the area in a big way.
New Roots.
At sunrise. Roots always seem ancient to me. But they are also a symbol of continuing. And newness then, a way to hold in the going. I was glad to see these this morning. The year has been so destabilizing. And these new roots make me feel like I am more at home.
I just kept stitching. This morning I sense a sea of stitch has formed. I am resting, floating in it.
Honestly I feel more puzzled than ever. Stitch is simple and I can understand it.
Out walking. Still learning the land.
This might be a favorite place. Old Earth is such a Timekeeper. A Story Teller. A story cloth I may well rest beneath one day... I made a new category, Old Earth. The Earth seems older here.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
