September 5th 2014
I could sit and stare at a big cloth roll for hours. How the far away places come together and touch in unexpected ways. Home is under the needle still. The challenge of making a whole from such a puzzle was bigger than I imagined. Yet, it holds together and has me reconsidering how that happens. Why we think it might not. The edge turned out to be a combination of approaches. No loyalty to any one of them. Just the hope for holding. Ultimately I slipped into the blanket stitch, which like the safety pin, has deeper meaning. Its history. To hold an edge.
I am working hard in this month of September to finish this cloth and clear my mind of clutter that grew while I tried to clear my mind over the summer. Too much thinking is also clutter if it isn't useful. As I look out into the world I am saddened by lives made useless by a clutter of over thinking. Over believing. Making all things true into false in the process.
I have one more water element to stitch on this one. Tears.