
Well, school's been out for a week.
Accomplishments:
Some spinning, one beautiful batt of blues & greens,that I started to ply with a dark brown. Sounds good, doesn't it, well it wasn't- ugly, broken off & abandoned.
Some more rainbow stitching on that first moon/sun piece, even though I couldn't find my reading glasses and had consumed a glass (or two) of wine. Not a good idea. Abandoned.
Some staring at the star/sun piece with all of it's added rays and no new ideas for it. Next.
Some cleaning (if you know me, you know this is huge), going through piles of paper, recycling, filing. That felt good, but there was so much more. Daunted.
During that cleaning, found the above sewing. It's a quilt I started more than a year ago. A pattern designed by someone else. My sister didn't understand, "you have your own ideas, why are you using someone else's?" Because I liked it. It was clean and simple and brought happy stories to mind.
Then I started reading Jude's blog, and taking her classes, and new things started happening, the quilt was abandoned.
Yesterday I started working on it again. All the while, weird conversations were going on in my head...."Is this how you should be spending your time? Shouldn't you be creating something of your own? What would the group think? What's the value in this?" When I got tired of listening to myself analyze whether or not I should be doing this, I realized how much I was enjoying the process- pinning, mindless stitching, pretty fabrics...the original happy stories were back in my mind, and I was happy with just the making.
This is just what I need to be doing. After an unexpectedly busy spring, full of creating, thinking, learning, hard emotional work with, for and because of others- I just needed to stop, to be mindless, to not think, not plan, just be.
Jude's upcoming whispering is in my mind, not ideas or plans, just feelings and hopes and visions of layers of intertwining cloth.
But, for now, just stitching, happily, (and this is new for me) just being, and being ok with that.
Thirty-one hills to go.