And suddenly it's autumn weather, even a light misting rain this morning. So happy to put socks on.
It's been a kind of a topsy-turvy week, often not even knowing what day of the week it is. The Blue Angels are practicing over and rattling the neighborhood right now, so this must be Thursday. Yesterday, while draping cloth to dry, I looked up to see who was chattering in the tree, only to have a shower of squirrel pee land on my head and face. Last night Blue told of his plans to be in the Macy Parade at Thanksgiving, and to spend January in Prague. I'm not even sure which way is up right now?!
Continuing to wrestle with the indigo vat, trying to force something out of it, putting the cloths back into it each day and overnight, poking it with a stick now and then, deeper down in the dying blue. It's wet in the photo above, dripping the last round of effort, in the mist. Expecting that it will be much lighter once washed, but calling it a done deal...blue enough.
This cloth keeps landing in my lap. Many of the squares are stitched with some kind of circle. A symbol of wholeness and centering for me. Loving how they hold and contain space, and give a sense of infinity at the same time. I've been trying to meditate this week, just a little bit each day. I'm terrible at it, and don't know if it's doing a thing for me. Within ten minutes jumbled thoughts zip in and out, and all over the place... hanging a painting, spiders, tape, tuna fish sandwiches, scary dolls, phthalo turquoise, and deepest desires. It is restful, and the fleeting moments of focus usually come back to the idea of wholeness...what it might mean, feel like...whole enough.