Wednesday, April 06, 2016
When I get close to finishing her, something makes me re-think and un-do and today I mended her again. Those slices I made last August opened her into a female figure
but she's no princess.
She's been generous with her time.
Listening and holding me thorugh a winter of doubt,
a spring of uncertainty and travel,
and a summer of family.
This moon is waning.
This is me.
This old moon.
My surface smoothed out and easy, hiding that inner turmoil on the inside.
Not very well.
This old emotional moon.
Patched and stitched with circles.
It's not just me - we all do.
We all go back to where we started eventually.
That is who we really are.
When I draw a circle quickly on paper, I start it at 12 noon and go counter clockwise. I go against time when I rush like that. But when I stitch circles, I can go either way. Stitching is a slower way of marking a circle and it encourages stepping not running. Breathing in a considered manner.
In order. Kind of.
It didn't seem important.
But when I stitch into cloth, there are two affected sides.
I noticed this first when I made the quilts and the backs became as important and beautiful as the fronts.
There are two sides of everything.
All things contain their opposites.
I love that.
They didn't think about it.
I love that too.