Finding comfort in simple things.
Like just being here.
Still.
A little path-work.
Trying not to clutter my mind with more than just being.
The window cross, the thing that stands combined with the thing that moves through... again... stitched with magic thread, the magic, a reminder of how things appear and disappear. The form it takes, how we simply bear witness to that, until we are that.
A new post in small cloth, thought catching later.
Hard to find it these days.
A place for time.
Drifting in and out of sureness.
But there are ways.
New post up in Small Cloth class today.
I will not be here tomorrow.
As I unroll and hang old work for looking, Old touches New.
I guess since I did the rolling, this unrolling(ceremony) is that.
What I love about this picture is the new square that has appeared as a reflection on the glass over the old drawing. It's like a portal. A square one. Like a new puzzle piece, I will consider it as a new kind of window in the box I put myself in.
I'm very busy getting my thoughts in order. so please be patient with emails and such.
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