Working through technical difficulties today. This has been a different kind of a making for me. One that flowed almost instantly and by accident. Cloths that might somehow work together were put into a stack, to pack up for taking to jury duty, and suddenly there was a book-like thing. Pages to flip through. A scrap added, a surprise layer. Unexpected over-lappings. It felt like a meditation/prayer before it was recognized it as such.
The other night, while visiting a friend, I was stitching the pages together and saw that it wasn’t going to work, some of the stitching was too high and being covered by the binding stitches. Took it apart and sat it next to me, looking at it now and then.
The answer was too easy and took too long to realize.
Finally, “I know what to do.”
She wondered about my process. “Just looking at it sitting there, you know?”
"Yep.” Sometimes I get so stuck in what I thought was going to happen.
Same friend, same evening, describing a friend changing plans on her, and how she flowed with the winds of it all…
He had said, “Wow. You’re really ok with things just suddenly changing?”
“What else am I going to do?” she replied.
“Come join us in our crazy clinging panicking places,” I said.
