A four inch square holds a pretty big playground.
Figuring out a way to make rounded petals with open lazy-daisy stitches made me very happy. It's surely been done before, but it felt like a new discovery.
There was even a space for some teeny-tiny weaving . . .
. . . and ways to catch scraps of cloth and thoughts.
Thoughts of how, more and more, I'm able to see that everything is connected.
Yesterday's story . . . Waking to a lovely generous comment from Peggy, with the words "celebrated" and "birth" describing these little squares. Later, the neighbor's mom came over, a wonderful woman, who is an intuitive counselor. She visits every summer and I look forward to seeing her and soaking in her wisdom. We sat on the porch steps, catching up on the past year, sharing our stories. As we were finishing, she said there was a poem that she kept thinking of as we talked:
You must give birth to your images.
They are the future waiting to be born.
Fear not the strangeness you feel.
The future must enter you
long before it happens.
Just wait for the birth,
For the hour of new clarity.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
This stuff of connections carries and lightens my spirit.
