"Maybe a Lot of Things"
I'm liking these longer cloths lately. Space for more layers of the story, but not overwhelming.
We went to Oregon for the weekend. To visit family. I spent most of the days with my mom. Her days are so different now, without her husband, or the need to care for him. There is so much time in a day when life suddenly empties of all you know.
We spent some time driving through my hometown (she lives in the city next-door now). We stopped by to visit her best friend, who still lives next door to the house that I grew up in from age five until 18, when I left home. The photo above is how it looks now. It feels too wide open and lifeless to me. My bedroom was there at the top. I used to crawl out onto the roof on summer evenings.
This is how it was... (photo taken as it was being sold when I was 24). Blue (Mom's choice), the split log fence Mom built to keep us and the neighbor kids from riding our bikes over the corner, and the two big trees on either side of the corner. A lot happened in that house. Seeing it makes me want to weep from many kinds of sadness.
When all of the leaves were picked off, the indigo stems were put into water. Look at all of the new leaves! They continue to grow above the stitching table among small stories- the ship in a bottle (it appeared when I was cleaning off my shelves to leave my teaching job), a bluebird from Blue, a clay "piece of mind" made by Moon when I told him I wish I had "peace of mind".
In the works, with a moon from Jude. What goes under the arch, I'm not sure yet? It feels like a place where stories might meet.
