If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
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Some of us are luckier than others. We have time to consider time. I suppose you could call that privilege.
Time is not Money when you have enough. Time might even be a gift. The spell is broken, I am remembering the dream.
Be home.
Imagine if there wasn't one.
The greens.
I soaked them in a bit of rainwater and lavender soap. Rinsed, but hoping it will rain on them later.
I tightened the clothes line a bit, it was sagging too low. I hung them out to dry. Cloth makes me love laundry.
It feels like I came home finally. I am breathing with more ease. It was a long winter without knowing the green here. There were little brown toads in the moss this morning. Near the edge of the wood. Less than an inch long. I let them be.
Field. Many definitions, but for me a space defined, chosen, within all other spaces that might act as a guide for focus. As in field of vision I suppose. And then and course, a place for wild open growth and play. An open field. Like Feeling Free. I play with the circle a lot, but not always. As I look at the quilts I have made, these shaped overlays, fields of focus, are fairly constant. Sometimes they happen at the beginning. As a base. Sometimes they are a tool to bring things together at a later stage. They are a layer of thought. Sometimes there are so many I forget. But they can often be used to explain how one thing might become another.
Still with the circle this morning, I tried more than one. And the overlap (another kind of alignment) seemed an eye opener.
This piece that was hanging on the porch back here. Working with that, what-iffing, not on Wednesday, but hey. Again stitched over pen lines. Inspiring radical change on this cloth and also a larger application for a big cloth in the back of my mind.
Digital musings for cloth and maybe paper. And imaginings, not yet recorded from the well of memory unspoken.
And then, as I turn to press publish on this post, I see this. On the top of the patch basket.
From Glennis. And I think of overlap as form of Kindness. Friendship, Sharing. Sharing will bring new form. Maybe the simple beauty in this drove deep into my heart a while back and although I forgot, I actually remembered. Time is magic.
I am grateful, in these difficult times, that we still might find time and ways to share and be kind. Let's focus on that. If we all do it, we will all be OK.
Yesterday's wind was wild. Power is out all around us. And we have been spared. Just a few flickers.
Late in the day, the rain (so much rain) stopped, and the wind subsided except for an occasional gust. The constant roar of the storm suddenly went silent. Suddenly Sun.
We decided to walk the property, for the first time actually. All the way to the borders that were marked by the survey we had done before we moved a few months ago.
The house is on high ground and most of the 5 acres is on one side of the house. From up there it seems more of a rough thicket. But we realized that it is quite open and flatter than expected, once you get down the hill.
Many trees are young and leaves on the ground are thinning to reveal a mossy floor. We can make a clearing. It breathes. Lush. Bordered by stone walls.
And there it is, The Water! Popping up here and there and separating us from our neighbors who we have never seen. I think they are summer only folks.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Perhaps What If (?) Wednesday. We can consider Wednesdays THAT. I am ready to talk about Large Cloth. We are so lucky to be able to Hunker Down...and around. With this Earth like a blanket.
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