I picked a name from the Game of Chance Basket this morning.
This one I renamed All Mixed Up, I am letting it go, because I don't feel all mixed up anymore. I will just weather the storm.
This helped.
There will be an internet service guy in the house today. Even though the previous provider miraculously fixed the service they denied was their problem. I don't much like being smeared, tricked or lied to. Switch-a-rooni. Ok. Time to mask up and keep our fingers crossed...
Bear with me, I am in some sort of personal internet lockdown. And words are not coming easily. The only kind of fire I want to build right now is the kind that keeps us warm in winter. Or supports the making of Soup.
Have a good weekend.
Or dots, as I more lovingly refer to them.
I used to talk about dots a lot. Is the word circle a more adult, a more serious word?
The curve of this wood, just part of the circle. My mind completed the rest. Wood. To my son, wood is like what cloth is to me. I think of him. How this helps me know him. Trust him.
I didn't burn this piece. I save it for looking.
The cloth here, except for small scraps, is stored like this. Curled. It makes it seem quite human. Resting there.
The Earth Dot Cloth is a quiet cloth in the Sanity Series. Silk is more fluid. Harder to handle. Prints and seams shift and slide. Sometimes I baste it to something else to stabilize it. But here I wanted the silk to speak in this way. To be as it is as I stitch, yet still accommodate the sense of natural order that calms me.
There is not much continuity to my April. Maybe time will tell me why. Ha, really it doesn't matter. A big Jack Rabbit just hopped across the deck. No pictures,he was too fast.
Today, I really like this.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
