August 2nd 2013
Unexpected company. A bit tired.
Probably no sewing today I said to myself...
And then, Oh who am I kidding? No excuses really.
I continue and continue to stitch to connect all the pieces on the Magic Feather Cloth I still call Home. Now, without much thought actually, I wander across it's vastness, mending gaps and loose ends. A million small journeys. Not worrying what meets where. Because it is all fitting together some how. Who would have imagined? We did. A dream is kept safe in the imagination I guess. The how might never be an obstacle if the sense of it is close by.
This is an old drawing. I once looked at it as silly.
It seems quite profound to me today.
Mom used to say It will all work out. Wait. I think I get it now.