What a full weekend- A dinner date with a friend, that was just the right thing to ease some of the stress that has been building over the last couple of weeks. A long caring, moving phone call with someone whose gifts let her see and share so much (and best of all, of her words, "When you are moved, you are believing, and it's true. Trust what moves you."). A day with a dearest friend, traveling to visit another beloved soul. Hours of talking and talking and laughing (followed by a lovely dream that magnified her quiet steady comfort). And some stitching. The guys have been missed, but having these days has been good. Time and space with Self.
These squares are from the muslin dipped in the indigo bucket last summer. I started stitching them Friday night, thinking about how things can be rearranged into something new. Cloth and Self. How things can look quite different without really changing.
And how to build on that.
I don't really have the words yet for it all, but there is bubbling. Maybe there aren't words?
And remembering a painting I made a couple of years ago, titled, "What if things were different than she thought?" (here). And I began a new piece with thoughts of, "What if things were everything she hoped?"
I am paying attention, and it is hard to let myself focus, but I am owning that I am moved in this process of trying. Moved by self & Self. I feel it. So, it must be true.
There is a lot more stitching to do.