Progress.
...as always, only one stitch at a time.
Still unrolling, the big ones are draped on furniture,spread on the floor or just being the blankets they are. I cannot help but rock inward when I touch the Big Cloth. I curl up. Yesterday I considered a wordless workshop. Today I am laughing. At Yesterday. Because I have the power to do that. It keeps me healthy, perspective. I am grateful for the remedy.
Yes it's on the wall.
No, it's not right yet.
I used some old sample cloth from my old job, to frame it on 2 sides, the word sample still scribbled on it.
I see a path.
I think normally I consider a path as a clearing, something simple and open through the wilder,chaos. I notice today, looking, I reconsider the path as the chaos. Something that flows through peace. That will lead me.
She is becoming fierce, more complex. I've plans to undo a lot of what's around her.
Yesterday...
It got bigger.
I'll be away but when I get back, I'll hang it up. Talk about it.
There is not much color here yet.
But it is October. Again.
This is the first day in the last few days that there might be some time to think. Deeply.
Magic cloth 2 needed air. And later,maybe some sea.
I looked hard at this cloth at sunrise. I don't like it as it is. Which is important to admit, in order to continue. It has rested for a long time. And I am different now. Moving more in the direction of simpler times if I can manage it.
I removed a few bits from the edges. So I might reconsider its edge, it's size, and it's form. It's old form is already part of the story in me. The "thing", the static "thing" loses value for me in each new minute I live through. This is good I say to myself, for that's not what I'm after. I want to know the elusive. And be comfortable with that. The Year I Became Old has Long Past. The Years of the Thing have worn me thin. I hope this coming year will be the Year I Became Comfortable with the Elusive.
SHE is part of the earth here now.
But a Long History.
She guards the circle of time on Magic Cloth 2.
I'll make her more visible. It's time.
And there will be time away. Maybe pics, no words.
Here I am.
Feeling different. Just holding a big cloth. Magic Cloth 2.
It whispers to me. You've been away too long.
I have. I wandered off somewhere. Good to find old eyes.
Old friends. This one of course is not finished. But usable. Like big cloth is.
I'll rest under it for awhile. Maybe take a few stitches before bedtime. Or look through it. It's like a book really.
(Note: I have been unable to contact the person whose name was drawn for ThreadCrumbs Game 3 . So I will draw another. This happens a lot, please make sure you have given me a valid e-mail.)
Probably, if we had been out and about a minute longer...
the house may have burned down. Garage fire, the real kind, with big smoke and flames, due to my own carelessness it seems, which got put out but there is light smoke damage in the adjoining room and the air in here is foul.
This cloth, Magic cloth 2. I will hang it outside after a snow bath and hope that it might be salvaged.
Life can shape-shift in an instant.
The cold will hinder clean up and a change of air.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung