your horizon becomes my friend too.Versions Of Sandy11.11.2012 Before the great stormI was I--Preparing. Within the storm I was Isolid as a mountain. After the floods and windI flew to Utah--Then climbed up above cloudswhere, I was I--Still.Sun-settingEarth-tiltingMind-lettingDay-wilting11.12.2012The feeling of floating and swirling persists with me, reminding me just a bit of the dissociation of acid trips way-back-when, of being reduced (or perhaps enhanced) by the familiar becoming unfamiliar---then familiar in a new way. The sudden awareness sharpened--that we are mortal material within the great churning everything. I find it has heated my internal flame now burning brighter.
Love these stitches Judy !Is it just pulling hard on a circle of buttonhole stitches that the holes are formed ??? Love it !
Beautiful poetry, Ms Michelle.Thank you for that - very glad that you are safe.mortal material within the great churning everythingAnd els, yes!Just pulling and going around the same place with buttonhole makes an eyelet stitch. slow but beautiful
glad to have you "back"
Remembering those tiny little circles!
It's good to have friends to come home to.
The setting is beautiful and peaceful. Loving your mending, almost unreal - hugs Nat
Ah yes, the horizon. So centering and peaceful, one of the most fundamental things about being a human. Between heaven and earth. Living as I do amongst forests and mountains I don't see a horizon line unless I am on the water.
Such beautiful calm stitching.
mountains. water. the horizon. cloth and needle and thread. there's no better balm for the soul.
The horizon (out there in the blue of distance) is the place that you can never reach ... a friend too is just that bit of unreachable distance away, ahead of you, spurring on your efforts to get there ...
I love this holes.And I am very happy when I can go back to my also introvert normal life. With all this rain and wind outside my home this weekend...
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