One of my issues is being afraid to use special things . . . for fear of wasting them, thinking a better opportunity for use might come along in the future, and mostly of the sadness of not having the treasures to hold anymore. All a part of my own kind of crazy.
It's happened again with this lovely stack of cloths. They are from Blandina's explorations in a monoprinting class last summer. Since then they have sat at the side of the table, being unrolled and admired now and then. Each time a reminder of the wonderful afternoon we spent in London last winter.
But it is time to stop holding on, and start sharing them . . . with myself, and with the cloths they might become a part of, adding another layer to their stories.
Last year I wrote, "I'm thinking a lot about the word "share," what all it means, and how it could build deeper connections." There were a lot of feelings and ideas around it, but I didn't get very far in the process of trying to sort it out into tangible thoughts. Maybe this year it will sail into focus?
