June 4th 2104
Not lost in space then...
The cloth WE call Home, there is still lots of space. Although my approach has changed, early on I identified that as a clear need. And with all the fullness of this cloth, there are still those open places. I rested in those yesterday. Enjoyed being held there. Realizing that emptiness is an interesting illusion.
I have begun to develop an idea, which started here.
To hold secure some of the emptiness.
A kind of shaped mending that spans edges. Still with a sense of through. Less confining. This time feather like. And as I do this I am thinking about space and composition and how to consider composition as filling and dividing space. Simply that. And I think back to many other days of thinking about that . And look forward to the possibility of more. Because really this is about holding space. Like a basket does. Once considered, space is no longer empty. It is a place. Because I am there.
Not lost in space then, but carried by it.