It was a long day, not doing anything I like doing.
And finally as we approach sunset and it is quiet here once again, this is what I accomplished.
The green cross cloth, from back here. I put the green wish there. Somehow it made me feel useful.
Probably everyone has lost track of my large cloth adventures by now. I have. I don't mind tho, I will get to them.
The guys couldn't finish today. They will be back at 8 am tomorrow morning.
...just a loose stitched patch.
Fuzzy pic, sweaty day. Just to be here, to be hopeful, wishful. And ok.
Some needed air duct repair scheduled for tomorrow and guys will be IN the house. Masks ready, every little thing is such a production.
This old wicker shade was here. Porch light. Fixed it.
A small cloth is a bigger cloth if it holds a big thought.
"There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear..."
Not life as usual, although I can pretend.
Life is flashing before my eyes.
I am not focused on anything in particular.
I probably posted this pic before. It's Dad and me. It hangs over my table now. I think of Dad in Spring. Yes, his birthday is around now but it is the season, the garden, the simple love of life that bring him here to me. How he was right about so many simple things. I remember him saying, "Everything is just growing". I remember him as a blanket.
So many bits and pieces tacked up around here with no particular reason except to look. The Hopeful Beast caught my eye. Maybe I need to stitch a few in between endless worrisome chores.
Cloth still hanging around, everywhere, having lost my energy with the Gallery/Shop project. Just seems petty at the moment. I am distracted. Time seems unnaturally short.
This one, a patchwork fragment from a pillow I made for Mom years ago. She wore it out. I think it's ready to be reborn. I've done some dyeing over it. I keep touching it as I walk by.
I love light switches. That thing that makes it dark or light. They are simple magic. Reminders of on and off.
I will do a simple preliminary audio test here tomorrow. To see if I might just be here and not on Wordpress. Simple and slow is on my mind. There's nothing to do really, for you, if you want to follow my final workshop here. Just subscribe to the blog through email. And remember you must go back to your email to find the confirmation email and confirm your subscription to activate it. You can donate or not anytime, it is not an issue. I will make a broader announcement over the weekend, to make it official, so far I have only talked about it here.
The car battery is dead so today it's that, but the good news is the taxes are done and out of the way.
Good Morning.
I softened the photos today. Because I can. Because I need softened.
I wonder if the yellow walls make the light inside look so warm?
Or is it just the nature of the light inside itself?
On the edge of Holding Pattern, a soft star. I looked at the wishing star differently just now. I saw the box. And the arms of the wish as point of departure. Change. And then the wish itself as a soft promise for change. A simple reaching out.
It is raining softly now and he is just watching.
Things have become a bit crazy here in New York. Not so far from here. We are well supplied and just hanging here mostly because we can. Imagining what it might become.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
